"Why?"
"Do ye want me choked, or killed?"
"Who would do that?"
"Gran'dad would, if I blabbed."
"Shucks!"
"Ye don't know Gran'dad—not when he's got the temper on him. If ye'd seen what I seen, ye'd know that he'd keep his word—'to, kill me if I talk too much."
Josie sat down on top the bank.
"What did you see, Ingua?"
"Ye'll hev to guess it."
"It looks that way," said Josie calmly; "but you needn't be afraid of me, Ingua. You and I could know a lot of things, together, and keep 'em to ourselves. Don't you think I'm a good enough friend not to get you choked or killed by telling any secrets you confided to me? And—look here, Ingua—this secret is worrying you a good deal."