“Off that way. There's a road 'most all the way.”

“That's first-rate. I want you to go with us.”

“When?”

“Now.”

“Oh, Pa—he wouldn't let me—”

“But I tell you to come.”

“Would it help us any in getting off?”

“I might be able to make it easier if you really give me valuable assistance.”

“We 'll have to get away pretty quiet.”

“Very well.” Beveridge was rolling up the blue dress into a small bundle. “All ready, Bert—Smiley?”