Suddenly she was aware of her companion and withdrew into herself as she felt him watching her.
"Sweetheart honey," he purred, reaching out tender hands toward her.
She put up a warning finger.
"There's no one looking," he answered her.
"Yes, there is."
"Who?"
"Four-Pound."
"He don't matter."
"I'm not sure," she answered gravely. "He's a funny little look in his eye."
He was making passes close to her face and throat. She restrained him.