Anyhow, don't you fret.

I did just the right thing, and I'm glad I did it.

If it was only me I wouldn't fret, either.

But there's--" He stopped, groaned, and pulled the cap forward again.

"Good night," he added, and turned to go.
Miss Dawes leaned forward and detained him.
"Just a minute, Cap'n Whittaker," she said.