"Hal—he died, and there was nothing but talk about him—nothing done. You got a live man in Hal's place."
She pointed an accusing finger at Pierre.
"Maybe he takes his place for you, but he's not my brother—I hate him. I went out to get another man to make up for Pierre."
"Well?"
"A dead man. I shoot straight enough for that."
A very solemn silence spread through the room; for every man was watching in the eyes of the father and daughter the same shining black devil of wrath.
"Jack, get into your room and don't move out of it till I tell you to. D'you hear?"
She turned on her heel like a soldier and marched from the room.
"Jack."
She stopped in the door but would not turn back, and still the room, watching that little tragedy, was breathless.