She turned and made for the door, whereupon he straightened up and said, in a queer, commanding voice: "Wait--don't go! I--I--you--" He licked his lips as if they were dust dry, passed an uncertain hand across his beaded brow, and, raising the water-pail beside the door to his mouth, drank heavily in great, noisy gulps.
"Let me out of here!" the girl demanded, imperiously.
"Don't be scared," he said, more quietly now.

"You must excuse me.
You--you gave me an awful fright.

Yes--that was it.

Don't worry.

I didn't mean any harm." "You hurt my shoulder," she said, almost ready to cry.