“If he'd drive slower, wouldn't it be easier for her?”
The woman looked into his face in alarm.
“We want to get there as quick as we can. Seems as though we'd never get there!”
“You can't make it to-day.”
“My husband says he'll drive till he gets there if it takes all night.”
“There'll be a dead horse between the shafts if he tries it,” said the Bad Man in a tone of calm conviction.
“The horse——” and the woman stopped.
“I don't reckon he sets much value on the brute from the way he drives.”
The woman gazed fixedly into his face. “Did he tell you?” she questioned in a frightened whisper.
In a flash he realized what the trouble was. “He shouldn't have done it,” he said gravely. “I know that,” she answered breathlessly. “But what could he do? Our own horse had died. We had no money, and with the baby sick we just couldn't stop! If he is found out, what then?” The Bad Man shook his head dubiously. “I'd rather not say.”