"You aim on takin' her out of the county to the railroad ter-morrer?" she asked. "What school is she goin' to?"
"We ain't settled all the details," said Sandy. "But we'll do that all right. We'll git ready soon's we can. Meantime, we'll keep our eyes peeled ter-morrer against any order from Hereford."
"Want to use this car? I'll bring it over early. Ed can drive it."
The gangling youth for the first time showed an intelligent interest in anything outside of his cigarette.
"Fo' time's sake, aunt," he said, "'twouldn't be no manner of good if it come down to a runnin' chase. Nearest depot's fifty mile' across the county line. Racin' this car ag'in' the sheriff's 'ud be like matchin' a flea ag'in' a grasshopper. Dern it, she's balked ag'in." He wrestled with the crank, conquered it and the machine shivered like a hunting dog while his aunt adjusted spark and gas. She nodded to him to start and they moved off, Miranda waving a farewell as she called out, "Good luck!"
"Some sport!" announced Sam. "That's the kind of woman you sh'ud have married, Mormon."
Molly, excited now, demanded audience.
"When do we start?" she asked eagerly. "Will you wait till they come out from Hereford?"
"I got to think out things a bit, Molly," said Sandy. "I figger we'll git a start on 'em, ef you can git ready. In the mornin'."
"I haven't got much to take."