“Look here,” he said at last, striding up to them, “when my daughter summons you, you can come, but until then I don’t want to see your faces again.” The two young Mormons stared at him in amazement. In their eyes this competition between them for the maiden’s hand was the highest of honours both to her and her father. “There are two ways out of the room,” cried Ferrier; “there is the door, and there is the window. Which do you care to use?”
