“Ay, even then!”
“Why, gran'pa, can it be possible YOU say so?”
“Yes, my son; I say so here, in moments of comparative calmness, and in the absence of the villain. Perhaps, were he present, I should say otherwise.”
“And DO otherwise! You'd shoot him, gran'pa, as soon as I.”
“Perhaps! I think it likely. But, put up your pistols, Ned. You have nobody now to shoot. Put them up, and let us walk over to your uncle's at once. It is proper that he and John Cross should know these particulars.”
Ned agreed to go, but not to put up his pistols.
“For, you see, gran'pa, this rascal may return. His friend may have kept him in long talk. We may meet him coming into the village.”
“It is not likely; but come along. Give me that staff, my son, and your arm on the other side. I feel that my eyes are no longer young.”
“You could shoot still, gran'pa?”
“Not well.”