“No more, ma’am—not recently.”
“Well, three is quite enough—recently,” she mimicked. “You seem to me a good deal of a desperado.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t say ‘Yes, ma’am,’ like that, as if it didn’t matter in the least whether you are or not,” she ordered.
“No, ma’am.”
“Oh!” She broke off with a gesture of impatience at his burlesque of obedience. “You know what I mean—that you ought to deny it; ought to be furious at me for suggesting it.”
“Ought I?”
“Of course you ought.”
“There’s a heap of ways I ain’t up to specifications,” he admitted, cheerfully.
“And who are they—the men that were attacking you?”