“How many air there of ye, Sissy?” he wanted to know. “And air ye all loose from some bat factory? That other one’s crazy as all git out.”
“Oh, did you see her?”
“If ye mean that Whosis that’s wanderin’ around yellin’ like a cat-o’-mountain——”
“Oh, dear! It was she that was screaming so!”
“I should say it was. I tried to cotch her——”
“And that scared her more, I suppose.”
“Huh! Be I so scareful to look at?” the stranger demanded. “Or, mebbe you ain’t loony, lady?”
“I should hope not,” rejoined Ruth, beginning to laugh.
“Then how in tarnation,” demanded the bearded man, “do you explain your wanderin’ about these woods in this storm?”
“Why,” said Ruth, “I was trying to catch that poor creature, too.”