They slowed down.
“We—we’d better think out a plan,” said William.
“We can watch where she lives anyway,” said Ginger.
They followed their quarry more cautiously.
She went in at the gate of a small house.
The Outlaws clustered round the gate gazing at the front door as it closed behind her.
“Well, we’ve got to get it back some way,” said William with an air of fierce determination.
“Let’s jus’ try askin’ for it,” said Ginger hopefully.
“All right,” agreed William and added generously, “you can do it.”
“No,” said Ginger firmly, “I’ve done my part s’gestin’ it. Someone else’s gotter do it.”