“But we have only one horse,” the girl objected. “They would catch us.”
“Take my Teddy.”
“And leave you here?” The dark eyes were full on him again, this time in a wide-open surprise.
“Oh, I'll get out once you're gone. No trouble about that.”
“How?”
“We couldn't light out, and leave yo' here,” the father interrupted.
“Of course we couldn't,” the girl added quickly. “It isn't your quarrel, anyhow.”
“What good can you do staying here?” argued Fraser. “They want you, not me. With you gone, I'll slip away or come to terms with them. They haven't a thing against me.”
“That's right,” agreed the older man, rubbing his stubbly beard with his hand. “That's sho'ly right.”
“But they might get you before they understood,” Arlie urged.