“Why, I’m comin’ back here.”
“An’ stay all night in the same room with her?”
“Cert; what else could I do?”
“Well, I’m sure I can’t tell,” Josiah replied as he rubbed his chin reflectively; “but it don’t seem safe.”
“Why not?”
“Nobody knows what she might do to you.”
“She couldn’t any more’n thump me, an’ I’ve got used to that since I’ve been livin’ here.”
“Do you mean to say she really whips you?”
“Well, I guess you’d think so if you should see her. She throws things, an’ knocks ’round terribly when she’s gettin’ over a spree; but say, it must be growin’ late, an’ if we don’t hurry them fellers won’t be awake.”
“I wonder what time it is?”