"I'm not afraid. Honest—I'm—not."
"You don't know what it means!"
"I'm—not—afraid."
"Little girl—I ain't going—if you go."
"You've got—to—go."
He repeated her words.
"I've—got—to—go."
"If you don't take me with you;" he had never heard her voice like that—"I'll come out myself. You can't leave me—you can't!"
The rain began then. Great drops of it fell into his face. The whining of the wind was terrific.
"You—don't know what it—means."