'Why not?
Come!' 'You don't know,' she urged, 'what mischief they may do, where they may lead you, what their meaning is.

Dear Barnaby, for my sake--' 'For your sake!' he cried, patting her hand.

'Well! It IS for your sake, mother.

You remember what the blind man said, about the gold.

Here's a brave crowd! Come! Or wait till I come back--yes, yes, wait here.' She tried with all the earnestness her fears engendered, to turn him from his purpose, but in vain.