Fohl swore angrily and began moving along the floor.
“I’ll get yuh some water, Roper,” he said. “I may want some myself pretty soon.”
“Keep out of line with that door,” warned Langley.
They heard Fohl rattling a dipper in the bucket, and in a moment he was slithering back along the floor. They could hear Briggs drinking the water.
“Thank you, Mr. Fohl,” said Lila.
“Shut up!” growled Angel disgustedly.
“Don’t thank me, miss,” said Fohl. “Roper’s my bunkie.”
“What’s the matter with everybody?” whispered Briggs. “It’s so damned dark in here.”
“Angel shot yuh, Roper. Don’t yuh remember it?”
“He did? Where is he, Jess? He ain’t here in the dark, is he? Oh, I remember now—that girl.”