Please don't be afraid, or nothing." Stripped of their harness, the wild team turned and made off at a run down the road, through the gate and back to their own home.
"Good riddance," said Sim Gage, stooping, his hands at his cut knee-cap.

"Wid can come over here fer his own buckboard, fer all of me." "Take right a-holt of my arm tight, and go easy now," he added, turning to Mary Warren.

She felt his hand on her arm.
They passed around the corner of the cabin.

She reached out a hand to touch the side post as she heard the door open.
"It's a right small little place inside," said Sim Gage, "only one bunk in it.

I've got some new blankets and I'll fix it all up.