"Explain to me at once what ye mean by sich
words!"
"There's nothing much to explain, Mr. Farrington. Without a warrant, or
any legal authority, you sent your servant to break into a private barn,
and lead away a cow belonging to Mr. Stickles. Because my father
interfered you wish to have him arrested. I hope you see the point."
Farrington was certainly a study just then. His eyes glowered, and his
face was inflamed with rage. He was in a trap and he knew it.
"Ye'll pay fer this!" he cried, stamping upon the floor, in anger. "Ye'll
--Ye'll----!"
"Very well," Nellie calmly replied. "I've simply told you your position,
so now if you wish to go ahead, do so. You will know what to expect.
Perhaps I have been a better friend to you than you now imagine. Remember,
we have friends, who know a thing or two, and besides, if you are not
careful, something may go wrong on election day."
"Who told you this, girl?" Farrington demanded. "Who put ye up to this
bizness?"
"That's my own affair. I have warned you, so go ahead if you care to. I
shall say no more."
With that she turned and walked quietly out of the house, put on her
snowshoes, and started on her homeward way.
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