“I eat and sleep sometimes.”
“You must have a pretty dry camp up above. Wouldn't you like some milk once in a while?”
“Thanks; I never happened to fall in with the milkman on my beat.”
“We have lots to spare, and buttermilk too, if you're not too proud to come for it. The others used to.”
“I guess I don't quite catch on.”
“The other watchmen, the boys who were here before you.”
“Oh,” said Travis coldly.
“Well, any time you choose to come down I'll save some for you,” said the girl, as if that matter were settled.
“I'm afraid it is rather off my beat,” Travis hesitated, “but I'm just as much obliged.”
Nancy straightened herself haughtily. “Oh, it is nothing to be obliged for, if you don't care to come.”