"No; me won't. Me don't like you," she replied, with an angry flirt
and backward step.

"Jingo!" exclaimed the surprised Zitner; "I didn't think she could
talk our lingo. Say, Miss Spitfire, what is your father's name?"

Before either Mrs. Ripley or her son could interpose, Linna
answered defiantly--"He Omas--great warrior--kill good many
white people--kill you!"

The reply caused consternation on the part of Mrs. Ripley and
Ben, but the boy shut his lips tight. He could not but admire the
bravery of the child, and he was determined to stand by her to the
end.

The mother was in despair, but she relied mainly on persuasion and
prayer.

With no idea of what all this meant, Alice looked in the face of
each person in turn while speaking.

"She's a chip off the old block," said Burwink, with a laugh. "She
doesn't seem to have much fear of you, Jabez."

"I am hopeful she will feel different when she grows older,"
soothingly remarked Mrs. Ripley.

"I'd like to know what you build your hope on," replied Zitner,
still curiously watching the child.