"All right, then, pay it."
John felt the girl's trembling touch upon his arm. He looked at her, and saw that her face had grown paler. She gave him a look of earnest meaning, and then slowly shook her head. Not another word was spoken until they were within a few steps of Eva's home. Then John, bidding her good evening, said that he must hurry on and assist Potter and Alf in feeding the cattle.
"I wish to see you a moment," said the girl, drawing him aside. "Don't have anything to do with that man." She added, in an undertone, "he is utterly without principle."
"I will keep an eye on him," John replied. "The coward ever seems to fear the light of an open eye quite as much as he does the gleaming of a weapon. Good-evening."
John walked rapidly, but Juckels, moving with a sort of dog trot, soon overtook him.
"Looks like we mout have rain, John; the sun's goin' ter bed sorter bloody, ez the feller says."
"Yes," John replied.
"Hickory switches grow putty plentiful long here, don't they?"
"Yes."
"Never wuz cut in the face with one, I reckon?"