"Never mind talking! Hustle, man! Hustle!"
"I know, but...."
"There; there are your trousers.... Freeze if it wasn't for that stove, eh? Thoughtful of them, wasn't it? Here's your vest! What's the matter? Can't you button your collar? Scott, man, you've got to hustle! Touched her off just the right time, eh? Worked themselves all up talking about that other haunted.... Here's your coat! Say, you've got to hustle to make it; there's not over twenty minutes to spare!..."
"But, Norsey, it's no use. I can't get back to town in twenty minutes. Why, it will take two hours, walking over that crust...."
"You're not going to walk.—Gad! Here, let me tie that bow for you! Say, but you've got to hustle!..."
"Not going to walk! You don't mean to say you've got a carriage...."
"Hardly. Just time to get here myself."
"Well, I'd like to know, then, how...."
"You're going to skate back to town, that's how—on my skates!"
He rushed into the little room, and returning, held out his skates to Kerwin. Kerwin didn't seize them. He seized the youth's hand.