Sewall smiled again, starting toward the door. Somehow he did not look like the sort of fellow who could be easily swayed from an intention once he had formed it—or be forced to make promises until he was ready. “You’ve got me up here,“ said he, ”now you’ll have to take the consequences.
Where did you say ‘Elder Blake’ lives?”
And he departed. Those left behind stared at one another, in dismay.
“Keep cool,” advised Sam Burnett. “He wants the old man’s advice—that’s all. I don’t blame him. He wants to understand the situation thoroughly. Nothing like putting your head into a thing before you put your foot in. It saves complications. Sewall’s head’s level—trust him.”
“BILLY!” HIS SISTER MARGARET’S VOICE WAS ANXIOUS. “ARE YOU SURE YOU’D BETTER?”
