"Will you give me my brother?" demanded Pietro, forced to use
words where he would willingly have used blows.
"I haven't got your brother."
"He is in this house."
"Thin he may stay here, but you shan't," said Bridget, and she
made a sudden demonstration with the broom, of so threatening a
character that Pietro hastily backed out of the house, and the
door was instantly bolted in his face.
CHAPTER XXI
THE SIEGE
When the enemy had fairly been driven out of the house Mrs.
McGuire went upstairs in search of Phil. Our hero had come out
from his place of concealment, and stood at the window.
"Where is Pietro?" he asked, as his hostess appeared in the
chamber.
"I druv him out of the house," said Bridget, triumphantly.
"Then he won't come up here?" interrogated Phil.
"It's I that would like to see him thry it," said Mrs. McGuire,
shaking her head in a very positive manner, "I'd break my broom
over his back first."
Phil breathed freer. He saw that he was rescued from immediate
danger.
"Where is he now?"
"He's outside watching for you. He'll have to wait till you come
out."
"May I stay here till he goes?"
"Sure, and you may," said the warm-hearted Irishwoman.
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