Once more Sally Ann rushed from the house but this time genuine danger was written plainly in her face.
"Mars' Cary! Mars' Cary! Dey's comin' dis time--sho' 'nuff!" "How many ?" Cary cried, springing for the roadway and his horse.
"Dey's comin' thu' de woods--an' Lawd Gawd, de yearth is fyar blue wid' 'em." "Billy!" commanded Cary.

"Take Lightfoot as fast as you can down to the edge of the woods.

Don't worry, Hallie, they'll never catch me once I'm in the saddle." He stooped and kissed her, then caught up Virgie for a last hug, burying his worn face in her curls.

"Good-by, little one.

Take good care of Mother.