"Try me."
"I 'll speak to my husband when he comes in."
"All I ask of you is, that you will not let him tell anyone here that I am on the boat."
"He has a tight mouth—a good head; he will do as I say."
"That settles it," I thought.
"If you will stay here with my baby, I 'll just step over to the cabaret and call him out. We can talk better in the road."
"Yes."
She climbed the steps, and I heard her heavy tread on the deck—her steps on the trestle-boards. After that, nothing for a quarter of an hour, except the soft lap of the river running past the boat.
They came back together, the man with a lantern which he hung at the stern.
"He says, my Jean, that you can come with us, if you will hire out for a month."