"Hold up a minute, Wid," said he, "while I look over here where the wagon was tied." He limped across the road, bent to examine the marks dimly visible in the half darkness.
"Look-a-here," said he, "there's been a car here too--the same car, with the busted tire! They come up in that wagon from my place after they burned me out.

They must of taken her out of the wagon and put her in the car, and like you say, they're maybe a couple of hundred miles away by now.

Oh, my God A'mighty, Wid, what has you and me done to that pore girl!" Wid only laid the large hand again on his shoulder.

"It'll be squared," said he.
Their rude meal was prepared in silence, and eaten in silence.

Sim Gage felt in his pocket, and drawing out the letter he had received, smoothed out the envelope on the table top.
"It's addressed to her, Wid," said he after a time, "and she ain't here." "I don't see why we oughtn't to open it and read it," said Wid.