"Jonas," said Mehetabel. "You may threaten, but your threats do not move me. I can defend myself."
"Oh, with a stone? he scoffed.
"Yes, if need be with a stone. But I have better protection than that."
"Indeed—let me hear it."
"If you venture to touch me—venture to threaten any more—then I shall appeal for protection."
"To whom—to Iver?"
"Not to Iver," her heart boiled up, and was still again.
"To whom—to Farmer Colpus?"
"To the law."
"The law!" jeered Jonas. "It is the law that will send you back to me."