And _there_ you will find whom you are looking for!" Strang had risen to his feet.

His eyes blazed with the fire of smothered hatred and passion and his great voice rolled through his beard, tremulous with excitement, but still deep and rich, like the booming of some melodious instrument.

He flung aside his hat as he paced back and forth; his shaggy hair fell upon his shoulders; huge veins stood out upon his forehead--and Nathaniel sat mute as he watched this lion of a man whose great throat quivered with the power that might have stirred a nation--that might have made him president instead of king.

He waited for the thunder of that throat and his nerves keyed themselves to meet its bursting passion.

But when Strang spoke again it was in a voice as soft and as gentle as a woman's.
"Those are the men who have vilified us, Captain Plum; who have covered us with crimes that we have never committed; who have driven our people into groups that they may be free from depredation; who watch like vultures to despoil our women; wild wifeless men, Captain Plum, who have left families and character behind them and who have sought the wilderness to escape the penalties of law and order.