If she was afraid, she disguised it well, but now and then, like a wild thing which sees that escape is impossible, she looked through the window and out over the open country beyond.
"Where was you headed for, honey ?" queried Ben Swann.
The child considered him bravely for a time before she replied.
"Over there." "Over there?
Now what might she mean by that?
Headed for Elkhead--in a nightgown?
Any place I could take you, kid ?" If she did not altogether trust Ben Swann, at least she preferred him to the other unshaven, work-thinned faces which leered at her around the table.
"Daddy Dan," she said softly.

"Joan wants to go to Daddy Dan." "Daddy Dan--Dan Barry," translated Ben Swann, and he drew a bit away from her.

"Boys, that mankillin' devil must be around here; and that's what them up to the house was runnin' from--Barry!" It scattered the others to the windows, to the door.
"What d'you see ?" "Nothin'." "Swann, if Barry is comin' to these parts, I'm goin' to pack my war-bag." "Me too, Ben.

Them that get ten thousand'll earn it.

I heard about the Killin' at Alder." "Listen to me, gents," observed Ben Swann.