"Well, I'm blamed if it ain't Billy Flint!" he exclaimed. "How'd you get in?"
"By the back door; I knew that you would make a fuss if I tried to get in this way."
"Ain't you takin' big chances?"
"I'd be taking bigger ones if I stayed away."
Sam mentally concluded that Will knew what he was talking about, though he could not understand it himself.
"What'll folks say?" he blurted.
Will's face grew dark with anger.
"What will they say?" he asked, quickly. "What do I care what they say? What can they say that will be worse than what has been said?"
Sam backed down the steps. He had blundered, and feared Will's wrath.