"Nevertheless, I can't allow it. I'll run alone, if they kill me for it."
"Oh, they won't try to kill you. They'll probably shoot you in the legs. That's just as good, and it's a heap easier to get away with."
Speed felt his knee-caps twitching.
"I've got it!" said he at last. "I'll run at night!"
Stover hesitated thoughtfully. "I don't reckon you could do yourself justice that-away, but you might do your trainin' at daylight. The Centipede goes to work the same time we do, and the chances is your assassin won't miss his breakfast."
"Good! I—I'll do that!"
"I sure admire your courage, but if you see anything suspicious, let us know. We'll git 'em," said Willie.
"Thank you."
The two men went out, whereupon Glass chattered:
"W—what did I tell you? It's worse'n suicide to stick around this farm. I'm going to blow."