“I don’t know. Gone home, I guess.”
“Sneaked, has he?”
“So far as I know the only law-upholding citizen in the place, barring yourself, is Sifton,” said Ross, indicating the Englishman, who stood as if cold, pressing his hands together to hide their trembling.
Lize perceived the irony of this. “Two Britishers and two women! Well, by God, this is a fine old town! What you going to do—hold your men here all night?”
“I don’t see any other way. Halsey turned the place over to me—but—” He looked about him suspiciously.
“Bring ’em into my place. Lee has had new locks put on our doors; they’ll help some.”
“I don’t like to do that, Mrs. Wetherford,” he replied, with greater respect than he had ever shown her before. “They may attack me there.”
“All the better; I’ll be on hand to help—but they’re less likely to boil in on you through a locked door.”
“But your daughter? It will alarm her.”
“She’ll be in the other house, and, besides, she’d feel easier if you are in my place. She’s all wrought up by the attack on you.”