"Guess the work's pretty tough," he said. "You don't need to fergit you bin a mighty sick man. If you do, why, you'll be li'ble to find yourself on Nan's hands again."
"I couldn't wish for better."
The reply had come on the instant. It must have warned even Bud that he had found a key to the man's abstraction.
"That's so—sure."
The emphasis was unmistakable. Nan waited almost breathlessly in a delicious condition of apprehension.
"Wher's Nan?"
Jeff's demand came sharply.
"Som'eres around inside."
"I came up to see her."
"So?"