At last he abruptly checked them, and Bunker and Slosson sprang from their seats.
"Get down, ma'am!" said the latter.
"Where are you taking me ?" asked Betty, in a voice that shook in spite of her efforts to control it.
"You must hurry, ma'am," urged Slosson impatiently.
"I won't move until I know where you intend taking me!" said Betty, "If I am to die--" Mr.Slosson laughed loudly and indulgently.
"You ain't.

If you don't want to walk, I'm man enough fo' to tote you.
We ain't far to go, and I've tackled jobs I'd a heap less heart fo' in my time," he concluded gallantly.

From the opposite side of the carriage Bunker swore nervously.

He desired to know if they were to stand there talking all night.

"Shut your filthy mouth, Bunker, and see you keep tight hold of that young rip-staver," said Slosson.