His action was protective, and his movement toward the door equally as significant.
"Duane," cried Mrs.Bland.
It was no time for talk.

Duane edged on, keeping Jennie behind him.

At that moment there was a pounding of iron-shod hoofs out in the lane.
Kate Bland bounded to the door.

When she turned back her amazement was changing to realization.
"Where 're you taking Jen ?" she cried, her voice like a man's.

"Get out of my way," replied Duane.