How
quickly the ride through the forest had been made!
Creech dismounted. "Git off, Lucy. You, Joel, hurry an' hand me the little
pack. . . . Now I'll take Lucy an' the King down in hyar. You go thet way with
the hosses an' make as if you was hidin' your trail, but don't. Do you savvy?"
Joel shook his head. He looked sullen, somber, strange. His father repeated
what he had said.
"You're wantin' Cordts to split on the trail?" asked Joel.
"Sure. He'll ketch up with you sometime. But you needn't be afeared if he
does."
"I ain't a-goin' to do thet."
"Why not?" Creech demanded, slowly, with a rising voice.
"I'm a-goin' with you. What d'ye mean, Dad, by this move? You'll be headin'
back fer the Ford. An' we'd git safer if we go the other way."
Creech evidently controlled his temper by an effort. "I'm takin' Lucy an' the
King back to Bostil."
Joel echoed those words, slowly divining them. "Takin' them BOTH! The girl.
. . . An' givin' up the King!"
"Yes, both of them. I've changed my mind, Joel. Now--you--"
But Creech never finished what he meant to say.
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