"Whatever he's doin' here, it ain't for your good," he replied.
"Nor yours."
"Don't you worry about mine, ma'am and unless he's a lot smarter than I think he is, or unless he's got lots of help, don't figure he's goin' to do you any great harm. He's just a low-down—"
A man was running toward the house and he broke off to listen.
Two-Bits came hurriedly into the room, eyes wide, face white, showing none of his usual confusion at Jane's presence.
"Tommy, they want you," he said unnaturally.
"Yeah? What for, Two-Bits?"
"I don't know, Tommy. Hepburn an' Riley an' Webb an' the rest want you. I don't know what it is, Tommy, but it must be serious."
Tom saw the anxiety in Jane's eyes. She did not put her query into words; it was not necessary; he knew and answered:
"I ain't got an idea, ma'am, but I'll go find out. You're all wound up, Two-Bits!"—laughing.