“Say,” cried Vacca, rolling his eyes, “oh, say, they're fighting over there.”
Mrs. Derrick put her hands over her face.
“Fighting,” she cried, “oh, oh, it's terrible. Magnus is there—and Harran.”
“Where do you think it is?” demanded Hilma. “That's over toward Hooven's.”
“I'm going. Turn back. Drive to Hooven's, quick.”
“Better not, Mrs. Annixter,” protested the young man. “Mr. Annixter said we were to go to Derrick's. Better keep away from Hooven's if there's trouble there. We wouldn't get there till it's all over, anyhow.”
“Yes, yes, let's go home,” cried Mrs. Derrick, “I'm afraid. Oh, Hilma, I'm afraid.”
“Come with me to Hooven's then.”
“There, where they are fighting? Oh, I couldn't. I—I can't. It would be all over before we got there as Vacca says.”
“Sure,” repeated young Vacca.