“Couldn’t we go back to that village, Kervatje, and get Father Ambrose to help us? He was mother’s friend.”
“Humph! It is rather a wild one, as you say.”
“I believe we could trust him.”
“And suppose he said no?”
“We could have shelter for the day at least and could try any other plan that offered.”
“He might give us away.”
“His eyes didn’t look like that when he spoke of mother.”
“We’d have to confess we fooled him.”
“Leave me to do that.”
“Your instinct is to trust him?”