You let the preacher alone, mother, and tell us what we're going to do with this gentleman." "The Lord only knows!" she cried, wringing her hands.
"Can I hire a motor-car from anywhere near ?" Gerald asked.
"There's motor-cars, right enough," the innkeeper replied, "but not many as would be fools enough to take one out.

You couldn't see the road, and I doubt if one of them plaguey things would stir in this storm." "Such nonsense as you talk, Richard Budden!" his wife exclaimed sharply.
"It's twenty minutes past three of the clock, and there's light coming on us fast.

If so be as the young gentleman knows folks round about here, or happens to live nigh, why shouldn't he take one of them motor-cars and get away to some decent place?
It'll be better for the poor gentleman than lying here in a house smitten by the Lord." Gerald rose stiffly to his feet.

An idea was forming in his brain.

His eyes were bright.