“I didn’t think you’d suggest that.”
“And what’s wrong in suggesting a partnership?”
“A partnership!” she sneered. “Do you suppose I’m going to pull you out of the mud?”
Will’s blood was up in its turn. “You pull me?”
“What else? You find yourself stuck and you come to me to save your funeral coach.”
“Funeral coach?”
“That’s what Gran’fer calls it. And you will find yourself carrying corpses if you go on cooping up your passengers in this weather. Your silly concern hasn’t got a tilt to take off, but at least you might put the luggage inside and the live-stock on top. Oh, don’t be frightened, I won’t charge for my advice. But you being young and raw——”
“Here! Stow that!” Will banged the floor with his whip. “Then you refuse my offer!”
“Offer? I call it a petition.”
“Me petitioning——!” His breath failed.