They'd not think I was good--or you, either.

And while usually they'd be right--both ways--this is an exception." This idea of an exception seemed to amuse him.

He went on, "I don't dare leave you at any farmhouse in the neighborhood.

If I did, you could be traced." "No--no," she cried, alarmed at the very suggestion.

"I mustn't be seen by anybody." "We'll go straight to the river, and I'll get a boat and row you across to Kentucky--over to Carrollton.