You must get out of here lively.

Your lights will be taken for hurry calls, and inside the next hour a couple of men will ride here like fury.

They won't be nice Sunday-school men, and they won't hold bags and catch moths for you.

You must go quick!" Mrs.Comstock laid down the bag and pulled one of the lanterns lower.
"I won't budge a step," she said.

"This land doesn't belong to you.
You have no right to order me off it.