“I seen them Anniversary night, along the road, near Ross' farm; and I seen 'em Sunday night afore that—in the trees near the old culvert—near Porter's sliprails; and I seen 'em one night outside Porter's, on a log near the woodheap. They was thick that time, and bearin' up proper, and no mistake. So I can swear to her. Now, are you satisfied about her?”
But Andy was wildly pitchforking his thatch under his hat with all ten fingers and staring at Dave, who began to regard him uneasily; then there came to Andy's eyes an awful glare, which caused Dave to step back hastily.
“Good God, Andy! Are yer goin' ratty?”
“No!” cried Andy, wildly.
“Then what the blazes is the matter with you? You'll have rats if you don't look out!”
“JIMMINY FROTH!—It was ME all the time!”
“What?”
“It was me that was with her all them nights. It was me that you seen. WHY, I POPPED ON THE WOODHEAP!”
Dave was taken too suddenly to whistle this time.
“And you went for her just now?”