"I jus' foolin' 'bout those ot'er men," she said. "I not marry one of them. I sooner jump in the lak'."
A secret spring of gladness spurted up in Sam's breast. "Do you mean that?" he demanded.
"I mean it," she replied.
He gazed at her, strongly desiring to believe, but suspicious still. His slower nature could not credit such a rapid change of front.
"Don' look at me lak that," she said again. "W'at you want me do?"
"Go away," he said.
She looked at him, startled.
"If you're in earnest about not wanting to make trouble," he said harshly, "you've got to go without seeing any of them again."
Her eyes were full of trouble. "You tell me go away?" she whispered.
Sam winced. "I haven't got anything to do with it," he said. "It's up to you."