"Go on," he said severely.
But the Baker remonstrated against the way he spoke.
"You ain't no call to look at me in that tone of voice," he said. "If it's true, I can't help it, and, Lord knows, I've done nothin' to encourage her. But she just freezes to me quite natural, and the bloke that goes with Bill, I think he tumbles to it."
Smith was quite alarmed.
"If you aren't careful, you'll do for us, Baker," he said. "You must be careful. Are you sure of it?"
The Baker shrugged his shoulders.
"You just watch it yourself. You'll see me icy perlite, and 'er tryin' to thaw me out. And if the bloke's about, 'is eyes'll be like gimlets. It fair gives me the 'ump for a savage woman to be gone on me. I'll 'ave my 'ead opened when I ain't lookin'."
"Then just avoid her," said Smith.
"And then, maybe, she'll jab me with a spear," said the Baker, half between crying and laughing. "I'm glad I've got my revolver. Where's your'n, Smith?"
Smith tapped the waist of his trousers.