“I shall do my best, Cassie,” said Merry.
“I know it,” nodded Cassie, an unusually animated light coming to her eyes. “I heard what Dunton said, and I was mighty glad Ross gave him that call down. Dunton is a flub, but he’s got a bad temper, and he’ll hate you worse than sin now. Look out for him.”
“He won’t trouble me.”
“Don’t you be too sure.”
“Well, I shan’t worry about it. I’m not afraid of him.”
“That’s just it. You’ll be too careless. I wouldn’t trust him as fur as I could sling a mule by the tail. I don’t like his eyes. They’re too shifty. He alwus struck me as treacherous.”
“Well, he must hate Havener worse than he does me.”
“He won’t dare touch Ross, and that’s the very reason why he may try all the harder to do you. My! but I wish this old rehearsal was over.”
“You’re tired.”
“As a dog.”