"Oh, no," she cried sharply, "I can't do that. You must see I can't."
"I'll take you to my house," he said. "You know Charlotte. She'll be nice to you. Why, if Charlotte found out a thing like this was going on in the neighborhood, she'd go for him tooth and nail."
"No," said she, in a dull decision. "I can't. It would all come on you."
He understood. The madman would drag him into that range of jealous fury and because he was a man.
"I can look out for myself," he said roughly, "and you, too."
Again she shook her head.
"No," she said, "he might kill you. Anyways, he'd burn your barn."
"He won't kill me," said Raven, "and I don't care a hang about my barn. Let him burn. Good thing. I'll clap him into jail and you'll know where he is. Now!" He looked at the clock on the mantel. "I'm going. In just twenty minutes you start and come along as fast as you want to. I'll be at your house."
She had begun to speak, but he paid no attention. He turned up his collar and stepped out into the storm.
"Lock the door," he called back to her. "Keep it locked till you go."