It ain't Jed that's bad--it's the whiskey.

You mustn't tell on him, Nada--you mustn't!" "I've promised you I won't--if he don't hit you any more.

He kin shake me by the hair if he wants to.

But if he hits you--" She drew a deep breath, and also passed around the end of the cabin.
For a few moments Peter listened.

Then he slipped back through the tunnel he had made under the wood-vine, and saw Nada walking swiftly toward the break in the ridge.