“I’ve thought of that, Jack. I’ve planned it all. Father has saved some money. He is weary of this place where the fear of these people darkens our lives. He is ready to go. We would fly together to Philadelphia or New York, where we would be safe from them.”
McMurdo laughed. “The lodge has a long arm. Do you think it could not stretch from here to Philadelphia or New York?”
“Well then, to the West, or to England, or to Germany, where Father came from—anywhere to get away from this Valley of Fear!”
McMurdo thought of old Brother Morris. “Sure it is the second time I have heard the valley so named,” said he. “The shadow does indeed seem to lie heavy on some of you.”
“It darkens every moment of our lives. Do you suppose that Ted Baldwin has ever forgiven us? If it were not that he fears you, what do you suppose our chances would be? If you saw the look in those dark, hungry eyes of his when they fall on me!”
“By Gar! I’d teach him better manners if I caught him at it! But see here, little girl. I can’t leave here. I can’t—take that from me once and
