If you do you won't git in.

I ain't no objection to gals he was goin' to marry ef he hadn't broke the laws comin' to see him a leetle spell, if they'll go away peaceable when they're bid, but as for havin' sech highstericky work as this, I'll be darned if I will.
Now I can't stan' here foolin' no longer; you'd better be gittin' right along home, an' don't you break this other gal's neck with that old stepper you've got out there." Madelon Hautville said not another word.

She went out of the jail quickly, and she and Dorothy were soon in the sleigh and flying down the road.

The old racer was not so old nor so weary that the impetus of the homeward stretch failed to stir him--for a mile or so, at least.

After that his pace slackened, and then Madelon turned to the other girl, who looked up at her with a kind of piteous defiance.
"What did you say to him ?" she demanded.
"I--begged him--if he--did not kill Lot to--say so," replied Dorothy, faintly; then she shrank and quivered before the other girl, who started wrathfully, half as if she would fling her from the sleigh.
"_If_ he did not kill Lot to say so!" repeated Madelon.