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 The man’s blazing eyes narrowed into slits and his grating, harsh voice was full of suppressed  fury.

“There are not many who have dared to call me that, Linda Ingmarsson,” he said, “and whoever does it, whether man, woman or boy, will  live to be bitterly sorry. John Edmonds did, and where is he? Out there in the woods, I hear, lost, dead beyond a doubt, he and his brother, the  worthless two of them. I heard the whistles blowing as I came down the valley, and I thought  to myself, ‘You can blow them until they split,  but you will never call him back.’” He lowered  his voice, yet still spoke so that all could hear—“He didn’t want to be called back.”

“John Edmonds and his brother will come back,” insisted Linda steadily, “for they have  friends who believe in them and will help them  still. Whatever John has left in confusion he will make plain and straight when he returns.”

“What friends has he?” cried Jake scornfully. “Before another day has passed every one in Rudolm Valley will know just why they went,