"This man is innocent!" she cried out, with a fierce gesture of protection, as if she were defending her young instead of her false lover.

"I tell you he is innocent--you must let him go! I am the one who stabbed Lot Gordon!" Alvin Mead stared; his heavy pink jaw lopped.
"I tell you, you must let him go!" She released Burr from her arms and gave him a push towards the door.

"Go out," she said; "I am the one to stay here." But Alvin Mead collected and brought about his great body with a show of lumbering fists.

"Come," said he, "this ain't a-goin to do.

We can't have no sech work as this, young woman.