"And how long will that last?"
"You ought to feel pretty good by noon, maybe sooner."
"But I've got to study in the mornin'!"
"Study, man! Get that notion out of your head. You won't do any studying tomorrow!"
"Then you don't get any skin tomorrow," Dale turned resolutely on his heel. "I've got too much to do, an' too little time to do it, to fool 'round here!"
Stone looked at him in speechless wonder, saying slowly in his surprise:
"I don't understand you!"
Bradford sprang up to entreat, but was pushed roughly aside as the mountaineer started to the door.
"Wait, Mr. Dawson," he implored. "Maybe you kin save her life!"
"I ain't begrudgin' the skin," Dale wheeled on him with savage emphasis, "but time I do begrudge! Get someone else!"