"Well,—whut ef I do?" she burst out. "Hit's my look-out, ain't it?"
"Certainly. I am not blaming you."
"I guess there ain't no use talkin' any more," she said flatly. "You wouldn't do whut I want ye to do anyhow, so what's the sense of askin' you. We better go back to the kitchen."
"It may console you to hear that I have already told Mr. Lapelle that he must get out of this town before to-morrow morning," said he deliberately. "And stay out!"
She leaned forward, her face brightening. "You tole him to git away to-night?" she half-whispered, eagerly. "I thought you said you wuzn't a friend o' his'n."
"That is what I said."
"Then, whut did you warn him to git away fer?"
He was thinking rapidly. "I did it on account of Miss Gwyn, Moll," he replied, evasively.
"Do you think he'll go?" she asked, a fierce note of anxiety in her voice.
"That remains to be seen." Then he hazarded: "I think he will when he finds out that your father has been arrested."