Madge came up and put her head out beside her.
"Can you see him? Has he gone?"
"Of course he's gone--there he is, running down the road."
"Are you sure it's a man?"
"A man! It's a villain!--Help! thieves! help!"
"Don't make that noise. What's the use? No one can hear you, and it only gives him the impression that we're afraid of him, which we're not; as, if he comes back again, we'll show him. There's more bullets in this revolver than one--I remember Jack saying so; and I'm not forced to send them all through the roof."
Ella drew her head inside. There was colour in her cheeks, and fire in her eyes. Now that the immediate danger seemed past her humour was a ferocious one.
"I wish you'd shot him."
Madge was calmer, though still sufficiently sanguinary.
"Well--I couldn't very well shoot him if I never caught a glimpse of him, could I? But we'll do better next time."