"This time o' night?"
"Yes, now."
"It's more'n a mile."
"We'll take the nigh cut through the woods."
"Dark as all git-out."
"I'm not afeerd; I'll go erlone then," she said with contempt.
"What air you up ter?—Good Lord! S'phiry Ann, do you think that could be done an' they a-ridin'?" suddenly understanding her purpose.
"Nothin' like tryin'," she replied, and glided like a shadow around the corner of the house.
The boy stared for a moment after her.
"Well, I never!" he muttered, and followed on.