It was as if he had struck her down and dragged her in the mud. She turned cold with horror. Oh, if George didn't come back what would she do: what would she do?
"I love you, peretty Jenny!" said the hot breath of the beast. And Annawillee mourned upon the floor, but heard not. Annie took a drink.
"Now, toketie, my own tenas Jenny, you have dlink," said Annie. She spoke in Chinook, and Jenny answered in it. It was the first time she had used the Jargon since she went to George.
"Nika halo tikegh, I no want it," said Jenny.
"You have it, pelton," said Annie. "What for, kahta you so fool? Him velly good whisky."
"Take it, Jenny," said the hot breath in her ear.
"I won't," said Jenny. She knew all it meant now. Again Chihuahua put his arm about her. She wrenched herself away from him and Annawillee saw what her man was doing, and scrambled to her feet.
"Oh, you dam' man you do dat," she screamed jealously, forgetting her dead child and its dead father.
"You s'ut up, dry up," said Chihuahua, "or I keek you, Annawillee."
He took the bottle from Annie and drank.