“We don’t care, do we?” asked Sadie softly.
Slim looked at her and a grin twisted his lips.
“Yuh see how it was, don’tcha, Sadie?” he asked. “It was jist a cinder. The wind jist blowed a cinder back with the smoke and it got in her eye. That’s all it was.”
“I—I know it, Slimmie. I was to blame. I—I—it looked just like a wink, you see.”
“Yeah, it did,” admitted Slim. “But I knowed that it wasn’t, Sadie.”
“Well, I’m glad we found out,” said Sadie, sighing with relief. “Let’s go home, Slimmie. Ma’s got apple pie for supper.”
“What about me?” asked Soup painfully.
“You?” Slim twitched the rope and the loop fell around the feet of the yegg.
“Yeah—about me?” Thus Soup anxiously.
“You don’t interest me none,” declared Slim. “Step out of that loop and rattle yore hocks out of here; sabe?”