Garson hesitated for a moment, then decided to unburden himself, for he craved precise knowledge in this matter.
“It's Mary,” he explained, with some embarrassment; “her and young Gilder.”
“Well?” came the crisp question.
“Well, somehow,” Garson went on, still somewhat confusedly, “I can't see any good of it, for her.”
“Why?” Aggie demanded, in surprise.
Garson's manner grew easier, now that the subject was well broached.
“Old man Gilder's got a big pull,” he vouchsafed, “and if he caught on to his boy's going with Mary, he'd be likely to send the police after us—strong! Believe me, I ain't looking for any trip up the river.”
Aggie shook her head, quite unaffected by the man's suggestion of possible peril in the situation.
“We ain't done nothin' they can touch us for,” she declared, with assurance. “Mary says so.”
Garson, however, was unconvinced, notwithstanding his deference to the judgment of his leader.