The Boy shook his head, and turned away to cut short these excursions into comparative ethnology.
But Muckluck was athirst for the strange new knowledge.
"What you do?"
He declined to betray his plan of action.
"When you—all same Joe? Hey?"
Still no answer.
"When you know—girl like you best—you no drag her home?"
"No. Be quiet."
"No? How you marry you self, then?"
The conversation would be still more embarrassing before the Colonel, so he stopped, and said shortly: "In our country nobody beats a woman because he likes her."