"Jake was tellin' me this morning," she continued, "Sandy Letts got three years and a half in Auburn."
"That'll be dreadful for him," the little man responded, thinking of his lonely years in prison. "But body-snatchin' air an awful thing. Reckon he won't try it again when he gets out.... Eh, kid?"
"At any rate, he won't be after us for a while," she replied, sighing contentedly.
"Well, I must slick up a bit," Andy announced presently. "I want to get the shanty fixed. Young'd think I weren't doin' right by ye, if 'tain't red up, brat."
"When I tell him all ye've done," she smiled affectionately, "I bet he'll be praisin' ye."
Then they were silent until the little man'd gathered and washed the few dishes.