"It ain't broke, it's only cracked; 'sides, it was cracked a right smart befo'!"
"But this was a new place—I know, 'cause I cut my finger on the other, scraping it over."
"Well, anyhow, I reckon it didn't be much value," Peggy insisted.
"I saw that young lady come back,"—Johnny-Ivan had switched on to a new track leading to grisly possibilities—"maybe she'll find it!"
"Well, we're gone, all right."
Peggy gave an unprincipled giggle; "Maybe she'll think it was him."
"Then we got to tell," moaned Johnny.
"No, we ain't. He'll run off and so she won't ask him questions."
"But she'll think it's him. It'll be mean."
"No it won't."