"Holed up for the winter, maybe. They do, you know."
"That's a hell of a note!" cried Luella sharply.
"Well, I must be gittin' back, Mr. Dale. An' when it pleases yuh, maybe yuh'll step into my place an' have a bit of a drink on the house. An' I'll be proud to see yuh enter the door—I will that."
"First place I hit, Tommy, will be yours. And mind you, I want to surprise the boys."
"It's the town itself'll be glad to see yer face, Mr. Dale," Tommy muttered and went off, wagging his head.
Bill was trying to persuade Luella to kiss him, and did not hear.