"Stay here till I come out," he ordered Jerome, without looking back.
"The doctor's goin' to send a posse out lookin' with lanterns," Jake Noyes told Jerome.
Jerome made a grunt, both surly and despairing, in response.

He was leaning against the wheel of the chaise; he felt strangely weak.
"Mebbe we'll find him 'live an' well," said Jake, consolingly.
"No, ye won't." "Mebbe 'twon't be nothin' wuss than a broken bone noway, an' the doctor, he can fix that." Jerome shook his head.
"The doctor, he's goin' to do everything that can be done," said Jake.

"He's sent Lawrence over to East Corners for some ropes an' grapplin'-hooks." Then Jerome roused himself.

"What for ?" he demanded, in a furious voice.
Jake hesitated and colored.

"Mebbe I hadn't ought to have said that," he stammered.