"No, I wouldn't, and you know it."
"Then he must never leave this cabin alive," said Jack.
"You would not murder him?" demanded Meg, horror-struck.
"Yes, I would, if there is need of it."
"Then I will go up and bid him leave the house. Better turn him out into the forest than keep him here for that."
She had got half way to the door when her husband sprang forward, and clutched her fiercely by the shoulder.
"What are you going to do?" he growled.
"You shall not kill him. I will send him away."
"I have a great mind to kill you," he muttered fiercely.
"No, Jack, you wouldn't do that. I'm not a very good woman, but I've been a faithful wife to you, and you wouldn't have the heart to kill me."