He did not smile, but there was a sort of grim twinkle in his eyes.
"I'll come," I said.
"Much obliged.

I won't keep you long.

Come on." He led the way and I followed, rebellious, and angry, not so much with him as with myself.

I wished now that I had gone over to the Colton place when I first received the summons to court, instead of making proclamations of defiance to mother and Lute Rogers.

This seemed such a complete backdown.