"I insist upon having the glass. I'm the fellow on watch."
"Kit, you're very rude. Don't bother me. Don't you see through me? Am I not telling you everything that occurs?"
"Oh, what's the use?" Kit shrugged his shoulders in a disgusted way, as if he were expressing the futility of arguing with a woman, and wishing that she were a boy, so that he could punch her head and take back his glass again.
"What's the matter with the wolf?" Kit asked at last, in a sulky tone.
"If you get mad at me, Kit, I won't talk to you." Stella took down the glass for a moment and looked at Kit severely.
"All right, fire away, but tell me what's going on, for Heaven's sake. Don't break off in the middle that way."
"It's an awful big wolf, and its hide don't fit it. Its legs stick out of the skin, and I can see one of its feet. Gracious, it has a queer sort of a boot on it, and this wolf has human hands."
"Stella, quit your fooling. What is going on out there? This is serious. It's no time for nonsense."
"I'm not fooling. I'm quite in earnest. Now Ted's lifting the queer thing onto the saddle, and holding it there."
"Has he killed the wolf, or man, or wolf man, or woman, or whatever crazy thing it is? I knew there was something queer about it," exclaimed Kit.