For answer Ingle pointed with his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of Kent Fort.
"Here, in Maryland?"
Ingle lurched half way across the table, and putting his hand to the side of his mouth whispered a name.
"No!" exclaimed Huntoon.
"Ay!" then jealously, "Perhaps you think she's too good for me?"
Huntoon thought it prudent to evade the question by another.
"Did you ever tell your love?"
"I tried to, and more than once, but I could never get her to listen. Curse the pride of those Brents!"
"They are proud," Huntoon assented.
"Ay, and Margaret proudest of all. Why, when I wrote her she sent back the letter, saying she could not read it for the spelling, and that I would be the better for a twelvemonth more of schooling. And when I spoke to her she bade me shut my mouth. And when I held her wrist and would make her listen, she said I was no gentleman."