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Angry and fierce glances were interchanged, and a murmur of
disapprobation was uttered by the whole, in common.
"What has Ellen done, father," said Asa, with a degree of spirit,
which was the more striking from being unusual, "that she should be
shot at like a straggling deer, or a hungry wolf?"
"Mischief," deliberately returned the squatter; but with a cool
expression of defiance in his eye that showed how little he was moved
by the ill-concealed humour of his children. "Mischief, boy; mischief!
take you heed that the disorder don't spread."
"It would need a different treatment in a man, than in yon screaming
girl!"
"Asa, you ar' a man, as you have often boasted; but remember I am your
father, and your better."
"I know it well; and what sort of a father?"
"Harkee, boy: I more than half believe that your drowsy head let in
the Siouxes. Be modest in speech, my watchful son, or you may have to
answer yet for the mischief your own bad conduct has brought upon us."
"I'll stay no longer to be hectored like a child in petticoats.


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