I'm--I'm afeared of him; he looks at me so.

He's a sure bad one--I know he is, Daddy." Jim laughed and again there was that odd metallic note in his voice; "I've knowed him a long time, honey.

Me and his daddy was-- was together when he died; and you used to sit on Wash's knee when you was a little tad.

Not that he's so mighty much older than you, but he was a man's size at fifteen.

You don't understand, girl, but I've got to go with him sometimes.