No. It ain’t that! It’s sump’n else. I don’t understand it. I’m afeard. I’m too young. It’s wrong t’ be young—
Lloyd
Betty! Why, here—
Betty
His eyes a-burnin’— His teeth—like a animal’s—
Lloyd
Betty!
Betty
He’s a part o’ these woods here! He b’longs here. I don’t. I don’t b’long here. You don’t. We’re too young. They’s sump’n goin’ on—sump’n mean—sump’n awful—It ain’t fer us t’ be part of. We got to git away—
Lloyd