It was McArthur who spoke, and Rosalind knew that her own misgivings had taken root also within her father's mind.
"Because of Feathertop?" she asked bravely.
"Yes. He is never lurking about unless he means business."
"Could David and Jim have been misinformed?"
"I don't think so."
"Then, father, I shall ride to the village."
Rosalind's Resolve
McArthur looked at his daughter. He saw her face, he saw her figure. Both were alive with determination and courage.
"Rosalind, you will kill your mother if you attempt to do such a thing."
"Don't tell her unless you are obliged. It is to save her that I do it. Give her a rifle—keep her employed—let her think I am with some of the neighbours. Father, we do not know if we shall be outnumbered. If we are, what will happen? All your cattle will go—your whole property will be ruined, and, worse than all put together, we shall probably lose our lives in a horrible manner."