"You scared? Want to go home?"
"Oh, no! But who? There's nobody chasing us. Nobody."
"No. We've got them fooled. It's some evening."
"Willard, where are the paddies?"
That was the question Judith had been wanting to ask more and more, for an hour, but it came in a choked voice, and nobody heard. They were plunging into a rough and stubbly wood lot, and hushing each other excitedly. Twigs caught at Judith's skirt, and it was hard to see your way, with the moon, small and high above the trees in Larribee's woods, only making the trees look darker. The wood road was little used and overgrown.
"If they get us in here!"
"They won't, Willard." Judith's voice trembled.
"Cry-baby!"
"I am not."
"Here, buck up. We're coming out right here, back of the carriage house. If Ed catches you crying he'll send you home."