"We'd better look around, though. How is she going to get here, Bessie?"
"I don't know. She never told me about that. We were talking as fast as we could because we were afraid Farmer Weeks might come along any time, and that would have meant a lot of trouble."
"Suppose he follows us here, Bessie?"
"He won't! He'll know that we're safe from him as soon as we're out of the state. I'm not afraid of him now—not a bit, and you needn't be, either."
"Well, if you're not, I'll try not to be. But I wish Miss Eleanor would come along, Bessie. I'll feel safer then, really."
"You've been brave enough so far, Zara. You mustn't get nervous now that we're out of the woods. That would be foolish."
"I suppose so, but I wasn't really brave before, Bessie. I was terribly frightened when he locked me in that room. I didn't see how anyone would know what had become of me, or how they could find out where I was in time to help me."
"Did you think about trying to run away by yourself?"
"Yes, indeed, but I was afraid I'd get lost. I didn't know where we were. I'd never been that way before."
"It's a good thing you waited, Zara. Even if you had got away and got into those woods where Jack took us, it would have been dangerous. You might easily have got lost, and it's the hardest thing to find people who are in the woods."