He had never seen anything quite like this Marge O'Doone and her bear.

_O'Doone!_ His mind had harked back quickly, at her mention of that name, to the woman in the coach of the Transcontinental, the woman who was seeking a man by the name of Michael O'Doone.

Of course the woman was her mother.

Her name, too, must have been O'Doone.
Very slowly the girl detached herself from her bear, and came until she stood within three steps of David.
"Tara won't hurt you," she assured him again, "unless I scream.

He would tear you to pieces, then." If she had betrayed a sudden fear at his first appearance, it was gone now.