The boy's eyes accused her mercilessly and he seemed not to hear her.
"You've been spyin'!"
The dignity of his manhood was outraged, and humbly and helplessly she nodded in utter abasement, faltering again:
"They're comin' up here!"
"Who's comin' up here?"
"Them strangers an' grandpap an' Uncle Arch—an' another rock-pecker."
"Did you tell'em?"
The girl crossed her heart and body swiftly.
"I hain't told a soul," she gasped". I come up to tell you."
"When they comin'?"