“And two women; that's what I thought. Dum idiots comin' over to picnic and spend the day, sure's taxes. And they'll want to be showed round the lights and everywheres, and they'll ask more'n forty million questions. Consarn the luck!”
Brown looked troubled. He had no desire to meet strangers.
“How do you know they're coming here?” he asked. The answer was conclusive.
“Because,” snarled Seth, “as I should think you'd know by this time, there ain't no other place round here they COULD come to.”
A moment later, he added, “Well, you'll have to show 'em round.”
“I will?”
“Sartin. That's part of the assistant keeper's job.”
He chuckled as he said it. That chuckle grated on the young man's nerves.
“I'm not the assistant,” he declared cheerfully.
“You ain't? What are you then?”