"But what's the rush?" he asked staring at her. "I promised to wait here for Mark. I can't carry the whole outfit—traps and all."
"You must go west, not north," she replied. "They'll look for you at Kettle Pond. I've planned it all out. Don't stand there like a booby! Sit down and rest while you can."
"What's it all about? You don't seem yourself, Flora."
"Don't be a fool! Homer Steeves has been here. He saw Amos Hammond. Met him on the road and drove him home."
"My dear girl, what are you talking about?"
Flora's eyes filled with tears.
"You can't fool me!" she cried.
"I don't want to fool you. Why should I fool you?"
"Will you go away then, and hide in the woods?"
"I'll go away, if you want me to particularly, but I won't hide. That's flat! Why should I hide? From Amos Hammond, do you mean?"