"Oh. It's a clean one, is it?"
"It is that."
"Sadie cottoned to you right away. Because she sized you up as straight, I surmise."
The speaker smoked silently for a moment; Jeff held his tongue, but his cheeks were red and hot.
"Sadie may sour on me now," said the father heavily.
"Sour on you, Mr. Sillett! Not she."
Sillett frowned. Then he opened a knife and slashed the cord which bound Jeff. The fingers which held his pipe were trembling.
"You'll let me fix things?" said Jeff, in a low voice.
"And then--suppose--suppose Sadie soured on you?"
"I'll risk that," Jeff answered slowly. "She's more'n likely to."