"No, no, doctor," he said; "I'll be the watch-dog for ye.

Let me go and stay with Annette, and if Carter Nelson gets a word in her ear, it'll be because I've forgotten how to talk." "Will you ?" asked the doctor, anxiously.

"Nelson's a drunkard.

I'd rather see my little girl dead than married to him.

But she's wilful, Kilday; when she was just a baby she'd sit with her little pink toes curled up for an hour to keep me from putting on her shoes when she wanted to go barefoot! She's a fighter," he added, with a gruff chuckle that ended in a sigh, "but she's all I've got." Sandy gripped him by the hand, then turned the corner into the courting-box.