CHAPTER IV.
More troubles—Who was Bloody Jim—his attempt at kidnapping Little Wolf—The cause of his hatred and of the terror he inspired.
uite like a little fury, Little Wolf burst into her own private apartment. Locking the door, she stopped suddenly and stamped, in a paroxism of grief and vexation.
"A drunkard's child!" she said scornfully "Disgrace!—I hate everybody!—I wish I'd shot myself!—I wish I was dead!—I wish father—" she did not finish the sentence; a loud knock at the door interrupted her.
"Who's there?" she asked.
"Me," said Sorrel Top.
"Go away," said her young mistress, imperatively.
"Mammy sent me," said Sorrel Top, "the Doctor is dying."
"O, God!" exclaimed Little Wolf, in an agony, "I have got my wish."