“You'd better go home now. I can't go until we know what is going on out on the road. I'll come as soon as I can, but you must go now.”
He had spoken gently, but with a finality that left Katherine no hope of persuading him. He took up her cloak and threw it over her shoulders, and kissed her.
“Good night. I'll come along by and by.”
“If you don't, I'll come back after you.”
Without waiting to hear her father's dissent, which she knew would follow this declaration, she fled from the room and down the steps to her carriage.
As she settled herself among the robes and cushions she heard McNally's voice:—
“Can you find the right men to do it?”
The door slammed and the carriage clattered away with Katherine wondering what “it” was.