Land-pirate
Kavanagh is welcome to the ten thousand acres of timber-land that he
stole from me; but when his red-head daughter proposes to steal my
grandson, and laugh at me to my face while she's doing it, she'll take
what I have to give her if she wants to stay and listen. Look at her,
Presson! Look at her! Is that the kind of a girl for any young chap? A
rattlebrained imp with a horse between her knees from daylight to dark,
riding the country wild, insulting old age, and laughing at me and
putting the devil into the head of my grandson! Kyle, get your men and
run her across the river into her Canuck country! She isn't even an
American citizen, Luke. Do you hear me, Kyle?"
Presson saw that the girl was not looking at her enemy then. From the
back of her horse she could see farther up the road than they. She had
spied a horseman coming. She recognized him. She uttered a shrill call
that he understood, for he forced his horse into a gallop, and came into
the yard before Thornton had gathered himself to continue his tirade.
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