"I won't."
"Tell 'em to come down and show us the way to Wilkinson's."
"Boys!" the father called.
There was no answer at first, and the father wondered if they had heard and gotten weapons of some kind. He hoped not. It would be a useless horror to try to defend themselves before a mother's eyes, and those little girls screaming beside her.
He hastened to call a second time and reassure their fears.
"Boys!"
William, the older one, answered drowsily:
"Yessir—"
"Come down, all of you. Some travelers are here who've lost the way.
They want you to help them get to Mr. Wilkinson's."
"All right, sir."