“Had a message from the Rangers.”
An exchange of significant glances followed this speech.
“Oh. I see. Perhaps then we’d better bring in our fugitives at once.”
“What have you this time?”
“A young man and woman and a young Englishman, who is helping them away. It’s a long story. All of ’em’s good shots; the gal ain’t slow on a pinch.”
“Good!” replied the parson, evidently relieved. “We can put her in the loft. The Lord sent you, Maybee; it’s inspiration to have some one to help out in an emergency.”
“You’re really expectin’ trouble, then?”
“Yes; but let’s get them in as quickly as possible. After that I’ll tell you all about it.”
The storm had chilled the air, and the parson kindled a fire in the stove, throwing on a plentiful supply of wood.
“I’m ready. Come to the door.”