"You bet it is," said Stover, thinking of the sufferer.
"I say, if this gets out it'll be a nasty business."
"What do you mean?"
"If we're seen driving back with—well, with this bunch!"
"What do you propose?" said Stover sharply.
Troutman joined them.
"See here, leave her with the doctor, I'll put up all the money that's necessary, the doctor'll keep a close mouth! Man alive, you can't go back this way!"
"Why not?"
"Good Lord, it'll queer us,—we'll never get over it."
"Think of the papers," said Schley, plucking at his glove.