"He tried to murder me.

Sam, are you going to fetch a gun ?" "Yah! I'm going to fetch a bucket o' water if you won't do it yourself.
Missus--young ladies, why don't you go?
This ain't the place for you." "No," said Mrs Braydon, taking Hilda's hand.

"Come in, Janet." But for a moment Janet did not stir, held as she was by the convict's imploring look as he said, addressing Mrs Braydon, though as if for her: "Indeed, madam, it is not true.

This man struck me brutally: I forgot myself--I did strike him in return." "Yes," said Mrs Braydon coldly; and; uttering a sob, Janet gave the convict a reproachful look and followed her mother into the house..