“That Whosis?” he exclaimed.
“Whatever and whoever she is. See! Here’s one of her shoes.”
“Do tell! She’s lost it, ain’t she? Don’t you reckon she’s loony?”
“It may be that she is out of her mind. But she couldn’t hurt you—a big, strong man like you.”
“That’s as may be. I misdoubted me she was some kind of a Whosis,” said the woodsman. “I seen her a couple of times and heard her holler ev’ry time the lightning was real sharp.”
“The poor creature has been frightened half to death by the tempest,” said Ruth.
“Mebbe. But where did she come from? And where did you come from, if I may ask? This yere ain’t a neighborhood that many city folks finds their way into, let me tell ye.”
Ruth told him her name and related the mishap that had happened to the two cars at the bottom of the hill.
“Wal, I want to know!” he responded. “Out o’ gasoline, heh? Wal, that can be mended.”
“Tom Cameron has gone on foot for some.”