But some one shot dad down--with a rifle--an' then your father finished him." "An' then, Isbel," added Ellen, with unconscious mocking bitterness, "Your brother murdered my dad!" "What!" whispered Bill Isbel.

"Shore y'u've got--it wrong.

I reckon Jean--could have killed--your father....

But he didn't.

Queer, we all thought." "Ah! ...