"Pulling out! For the winter, you mean?"
"No. Quittin'. For good."
"Why, Joe! What on earth for? Why didn't Isita tell me before? What will you do with your stock? And your hay? Where are you going?"
"Aw, anywheres, I guess, to get out of this country. Ain't we starved all summer? And now they tell us we're in for a hard winter. Besides, dad mortgaged everything last year, and now it's been took: the team, wagon, stock everything. Dad's going back East, for all I know."
"Back East! And Isita never said a word of it!"
"She didn't know nothin' about it until yesterday."
"Oh! Well, I'll lend you the team of course. That is, I'll drive you in. What time did you want to start?"
"In the mornin', if it's all the same to you—so's we'll sure catch that night train."
"I see. I'll be over early."
"You needn't go," Joe insisted awkwardly. "I can fetch the team back next day. I ain't goin' out with the folks."