“I am asking a civil question which your son should be glad to answer.” He again faced the Lizard. “Did you see her?”
An insolent, wide-mouthed grin was the Lizard’s only reply.
The old woman by the fire looked over her shoulder.
“Tell him, boy, tell him,” she croaked. “You ain’t got no call to be skeered o’ sich as him.”
“Shucks, maw,” said the son. “I ain’t skeered o’ nothin’. I’m jist a-havin’ a little fun, that’s all.”
He addressed Edwards:
“You bet yer life I seed her ’bout a mile this side o’ Wheeler’s pasture it was. We shore had a nice little visit too. You an’ that thar Saint Jimmy needn’t t’ think you’re th’ only ones.”
Before Edwards could speak, the old woman cried again:
“Tell him, son—why don’t ye tell him what ye said?”
The Lizard grinned.