If discreet behaviour on his part could ensure it there would be no conflict provoked with superior numbers; with numbers, moreover, composed of violent-tempered and unprincipled persecutors who were already acting with but the merest shadow of legal authority.
On the seat of the second wagon, whip in hand, was perched Giles Rae, his coat buttoned warmly to the chin.

He was slight and feeble to the eye, yet he had been fired to new life by the certainty that now they were to leave the territory of the persecuting Gentiles for a land to be the Saints' very own.

His son stood at the wheel, giving him final directions.

At the gate was Prudence Corson, gowned for travel, reticule in hand, her prettiness shadowed, under the scoop of her bonnet, the toe of one trim little boot meditatively rolling a pebble over the ground.
"Drive slowly, Daddy.

Likely I shall overtake you before you reach the ferry.