Your bully lord shall either give me Heru, stock, lock, and block, or hang me from a yard-arm.

But I would rather have the lady.

Come, you will help me; and, as a beginning, if she is in yonder shanty get me speech with her." Poor Si's eyes dilated at the peril of the suggestion, and I saw the sluggish Martian nature at war against her better feelings.

But presently the latter conquered.

"I will try," she said.