“Perhaps,” I said. I could see no use in repeating my conversation with Captain Jed.
Dorinda nodded.
“Goin' to tell the town to go—where you sent the other one?” she asked, dryly.
“I don't know.”
“Humph! Well,” with some sarcasm, “it must be fine to be in a position where money's no object. I never tried it, myself, but it sounds good.”
I did not answer.
“Um-hm,” she said. “Well, anyhow it looks to me—Lute, you keep still—as if there was goin' to be two parties in Denboro afore this Lane business is over. One for the Coltons and one against 'em. You'll have to take one side or the other, won't you, Roscoe?”
“Not necessarily.”
“Goin' to set on the fence, hey?”
“That's a good place TO sit, isn't it?”