“I may be before I get through with it. You see what I'm driving at, don't you?”
“About yourself?”
“Hang myself. About Spencer.”
“And McGlory?”
“No, not McGlory. Just Spencer.”
“Why not McGlory?”
“Just this—”
Wilson approached. “There's nobody here, Bill.”
“Wait over there a minute, Bert, with the boys. Go on, Smiley.”
“McGlory is a sailor; Spencer isn't. McGlory would feel safer on a boat; Spencer knows these woods like a book. Do you follow?”