“I wouldn’t risk it, if I were you. They might take it into their heads to kill you, next time.”
“I think that a good many of the Tories would not approve of what Sprowl and his gang did, but they are in the minority, and I suppose the majority of the families will be glad they did it, and likely, as you say, the ruffians would do worse next time.”
“I think it likely.”
“I fear that I may get you into trouble, Mr. Santon, by staying here at your home,” the young man said.
“I don’t think so,” slowly and thoughtfully. “And likely they don’t know you are here.”
“That is probable. I wandered quite a ways before I came up with your daughter. I don’t suppose any of the ruffians followed.”
“No, likely not. You’re safe here, and I don’t think they will bother me for having you here.”
“I hope not. I think that perhaps it will be well for me to go over to the patriot settlement, to-morrow, however.”
“We’ll see about it, Mr. Miller.”
Supper was ready, presently, and the teacher ate at the table with the family, and repeated his story for the benefit of the other members, there being several children besides Lizzie. Mr. and Mrs. Santon looked very sober and thoughtful, for they lived only about a mile and a half from the Tory settlement, and if the Tories got angry at them, they might make it very disagreeable for them.