"It'll be heavy going, wet as you are," said he.
"I'll soon be dry in this air," she said.
Saterlee managed to pull his boots on over his wet socks, and Mrs. Kimbal, having given him his wet coat from her neck, stooped and wrung as much water as she could from her clothes.
It was now nearly dark, but they found the road and went on.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"My watch was in my vest," said Saterlee.
"How far to Carcasonne House?"
"'Bout thirty miles."
She did not speak again for some time.
"Well," she said, a little hardness in her voice, "you'll hardly be in time to steer your boy away from my girl."