They're scared of the cars.

Is this your satchel, ma'am ?" "Yes--that's mine." "You got any trunk for me to git ?" he asked, turning back, suddenly and by miracle, recalling that people who traveled usually had trunks.
He could not see the flush of her cheek as she replied, "No, I didn't bring one.

I thought--what I had would do." He could not know that nearly all her worldly store was here in this battered cheap valise.
"You ain't a-going to leave us so soon like that, are you ?" She turned to him wistfully, a swift light upon her face.

He had said, "leave us"-- not "leave me." And his voice was gentle.

Surely he was the kind-hearted and chivalrous rancher of his own simple letters.