"Yes."
"And they can't send any troublesome word up the river that can overtake us," she ventured on, and he assented.
"And may I tell the Gilmores that's as much for Phyllis as for them?"
"I wish you would—and then would go to your rest."
"Humph," she faintly soliloquized and with no other rejoinder remained looking down on the stage, as he did. It was so near the bank at last that the men waiting on its inner end moved a step or two forward.
"Why are all those five put off together?" she asked.
"Because," he replied in his absent manner, "the gamblers will try to keep the other three quiet."
"Mr. Hugh, you'll be off watch now soon, won't you?"
"Yes." (Still no lifting of eyes by either.)
"And then you'll nurse your father, won't you?"