“No. Ezra and Brother Huntley have taken two teams to Mapleton.”
“Are there no more about the place?”
“Only our two that were out on the prairie. Brother Wright was to hunt for them.”
“Did he find them?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps he did.”
“Then you must give me one of them. They are yours.”
“They are not mine. Oh, I have not anything in this dreadful Community. It is horrible,” wailed Olive.
“Don’t, pray don’t,” said Cotterell feeling for her hand in the darkness and crushing it in a passionate grasp. “Come with me and help me get one.”
“What! steal one of our horses?”
“Yes, God help me! if that must be the word. If I live, the Community shall have the horse’s price ten times over. If I am hanged, put it down for the Recording Angel’s tears. Come.”