“You are right about that, my lady; you will come back to the house, that's what you'll do,” said Henry Jameson, starting toward her.
“No!” cried the Girl retreating. “Oh Heaven help me! What am I to do?”
“Ruth, you must come with me,” said the Harvester. “I don't dare leave you here.”
She stood between them and gave Henry Jameson one long, searching look. Then she turned to the Harvester.
“I am far less afraid of you. I will accept your offer,” she said.
“Thank you!” said the Harvester. “I will keep my word and you shall have no regrets. Is there anything here you wish to take with you?”
“I want a little trunk of my mother's. It contains some things of hers.”
“Will you show me where it is?”
She started toward the house; he followed, and Henry Jameson fell in line. The Harvester turned on him. “You remain where you are,” he said. “I will take nothing but the trunk. I know what you are thinking, but you will not get your gun just now. I will return this revolver to-morrow.”
“And the first thing I do with it will be to use it on you,” said Henry Jameson.