“He'll not lave it alive.”
“You, Pat Corrigan,” said Ludlow, pointing his finger at the torch-bearer, “do you remember the morning you and your mate rowed in to the lighthouse half-frozen and starved and I fed and warmed you?”
“Do I moind it? I do!”
“Did I let the Mormons take you then?”
“No, bedad.”
“When King Strang's constables came galloping down here to arrest you, didn't I run in water to my waist to push you off in your boat?”
“You did, bedad!”
“I didn't give you up to them, and I won't give this family up to you. They're not doing you any harm. Let them peaceably leave Beaver.”
“But the two wives of him,” argued Pat Corrigan.
“How many wives and children have you?”