“I’m going to do something now.”
“What?” asked Dave. “I don’t see what you can do.”
“Don’t you? That’s because you got no sense, Dave Gibson. Did yer see how her eyes opened when I was tellin’ her how Sour-krout was going to kill that cove Chard?”
“Yes, I see.”
“And did you notice how her face went red an’ pretty, like a peach when it’s ripening?”
“Yes.”
“An’ did you see how she had to go out of the room to dry her eyes?”
“Yes, I see her go out of the room, but I——”
“Of course not. You don’t know nothing about these things. I tell you what it is, Dave Gibson, that girl’s dead in love with that George Chard!”