They tried to leave David Ross behind, but he wouldn't have it." Maraton nodded grimly.
"Too many," he muttered.
Aaron leaned a little forward in his place.

His long, hatchet-shaped face was drawn and white.

His eyes were full of a pitiful anxiety.
"They were talking like men beside themselves at the Clarion and up at Dale's house last night," he said.

"They were mad about your having gone to Foley's.

Graveling--he was the worst--he's telling them all that you're up to some mischief on your own account.