"Get down in the bottom of the boat, Marjory.

Don't sit up there and be--" "I'll sit right where I am," she cried defiantly.
Anderson Crow waved to the men under Crow's Cliff, and they began to make their arduous way along the bank in the trail of the skiff.

Part of the armed posse hurried down and boarded the raft, while others followed the chase by land.
"We'll beat them to Bracken's by a mile," cried Jack Barnes.
"If they don't shoot us," she responded.

"Why, oh, why are they so intent upon killing us ?" "They don't want you to be a widow and--break a--lot of hearts," he said.

"If they--hit me now you--won't be--dangerous as a--widow." "Oh, you heartless thing! How can you jest about it?
I'd--I'd go into mourning, anyway, Jack," she concluded, on second thought.