I can't go--that's flat--for if they caught me, then there'd be no one to go for help.

You don't suppose they are going to take out the trees they're after and then leave Freckles to run and tell?
They are going to murder the boy; that's what they are going to do.

You run, and run for life! For Freckles' life! You can ride back with the Bird Woman." The Angel saw Mrs.Duncan started; then began her race.
Those awful miles of corduroy! Would they never end?
She did not dare use the wheel too roughly, for if it broke she never could arrive on time afoot.

Where her way was impassable for the wheel, she jumped off, and pushing it beside her or carrying it, she ran as fast as she could.
The day was fearfully warm.

The sun poured with the fierce baking heat of August.