“‘Light out’?” Gordon’s gaze centered upon the other’s excitement, “where?”
“That doesn’t make much difference, so’s you light. The County’s mad clear through, and it’s pretty near all in the village.” Sim turned to the door. “I’ll help you, and then—drive.”
“I ain’t agoing to drive anywhere,” Gordon told him; “I’m where I belong.”
“You don’t belong in Greenstream after that piece in the Bugle,” his hand rested on the knob. “Tie up anything you need, I’ll hitch the buggy.”
“Don’t you touch a strap,” Gordon commanded; “because I won’t put a foot in her.”
“It’ll all settle down in a little; then maybe you can come back.”
“What’ll settle down?”
“Why, the deal with the railroad.”
“Sim,” Gordon demanded sharply, “you never believed that in the paper?”
“I don’t know what to b’lieve,” the other replied evasively; “a good many say those are the facts, that you have the options.”