“I'll take that chance. It seems a heap better to me than staying here.”
Ware looked from the window. The shadows were lengthening across the lawn.
“Better start now, Hicks,” he advised.
“I'll wait until it turns dark.”
“You'll need a horse.”
“I was going to help myself to one. This ain't no time to stand on ceremony,” said Hicks shortly.
“Slosson shouldn't be left in the lurch like this—or your brother's folks—”
“They'll have to figure it out for themselves same as me,” rejoined Hicks.
“You can stop there as you go by.”
“No,” said Hicks; “I never did believe in this damn foolishness about the girl, and I won't go near George's—”