It's time you went." "Let him go, I tell you!" commanded Madelon, confronting him fiercely.

"I am going to stay." "They won't let you come again if you don't go quietly now," Burr whispered, and he laid his hand on her nervous shoulder.
"I ruther guess we won't have no sech doin's again," said Alvin Mead, with sulky assent.
"You must go, Madelon." Madelon tied on her hood.

Her white face had its rigid, desperate look again.
"I will make them believe me yet, and you shall be set free," she said to Burr, with a stern nod, and passed out, while Alvin Mead stood back to give her passage, watching her with sullen and wary eyes.

He was, in truth, half afraid of her..