"All right." Westerfelt got into the bed and drew the covers up to his chin. There was a thumping on the floor beneath the house.
"It's the dogs," explained Luke, at the door. "They are a-flirtin' the'r tails about. They'll settle down terrectly. What time do you want to rise in the mornin'?"
"When you do. I'm no hand to lie in bed."
"You'll have to crawl out with the chickens then."
"Luke!"
Bradley turned at the door. "What is it, John?"
"I don't like Wambush's looks."
Bradley laughed, with his hand over his mouth. "Nobody else does to hurt."
"Do you think he would trifle with the affections of a young girl?"
"Would he?" Again Bradley laughed.