“I ain't got nothin' for ye to eat——”
“We've had dinner,” he answered carelessly.
He stepped to the door and called:
“Bring that little bag from under the seat, Kiddo.”
He held the door open, and the light streamed across the yard to the car. He watched her steadily while she raised the cushion of the rear seat, lifted the bag and sprang from the car. His keen eye never left her for an instant until she placed it in his hands.
“Mercy, but it's heavy!” she panted, as she gave it to him.
He took it without a word and placed it on the table in the center of the room.
Nance glared at him sullenly.
“There's no place for ye, I tell ye——”
Jim faced her with mock politeness.