"No!" she said, and stepped before him.
Carlisle would have put her aside. "What do you mean? They'll be
out here in a minute,--we'll have to fight if they catch us here.
Do you want to see us killed? Quick! Out of the way!" His voice,
raucous in anger, rasped at her ears, low as it was pitched.
"No," she still replied. "Let me do the thinking. Keep quiet!
I'll get you out. There's been blood enough shed now."
"You are magnificent, Madam!" said Carlisle. "But you are
visionary. Get out of our way. I claim him. Leave him to me."
"No, I claim him myself. Leave him to me!"
"In God's name, what next!" exclaimed the young Northerner
bitterly. "Are we all mad? Haven't you had trouble enough already
with this man? You don't make yourself clear. What do you want of
him?"
"I'm entirely clear about it myself. I can't get away from here
now, but I'm safe here now. For all of you to stay would mean
trouble, certainly. If those men knew you were planning escape
there would be more men killed.
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