Well, now, wait a bit-yes, they did, come to think of it. “You worried, Tuck? What’s got you? No one saw us on the way up. Seems to me like time’s the only thing we got a lot of.”īut Mae frowned. Jesse laughed at this, and ran a hand roughly through his curls. I got a feeling there ain’t a whole lot of time.” There’s a good deal to be said and I think we better hurry up and say it. I found her first, didn’t I, Winnie Foster? Listen, I’ll show you where the frogs are, and…” I’ll take you out for a row after supper.” “If you’d…yelled or anything”-this was Jesse-“someone might’ve heard you and…that’s too risky.”Īnd Miles said, “We’ll explain it…soon as we’re far enough away." “Please, child…dear, dear child…don’t you be scared.” This was Mae, trying to run and call back over her shoulder at the same time. But, instead, it was they, Mae Tuck and Miles and Jesse, who were pleading.
She had always pictured a troupe of burly men with long black moustaches who would tumble her into a blanket and bear her off like a sack of potatoes while she pleaded for mercy. But none of her visions had been like this, with her kidnappers just as alarmed as she was herself. Winnie had often been haunted by visions of what it would be like to be kidnapped. First she was kneeling on the ground, insisting on a drink from the spring, and the next thing she knew, she was seized and swung through the air, open-mouthed, and found herself straddling the bouncing back of the fat old horse, with Miles and Jesse trotting along on either side, while Mae ran puffing ahead, dragging on the bridle. “Afterward, when she thought about it, it seemed to Winnie that the next few minutes were only a blur.
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