Then he wheeled a barrel of swamp loam for a flower bed by the cabin wall, and listened intently between each shovelful he threw.

He could not hear a sound.

What was more, he could not bear it.
He went to Jimmy.
"Say, Jimmy," he said.

"Dinna ye have to gae in fra a drink ?" "House or town ?" inquired Jimmy sweetly.
"The house!" exploded Dannie.

"I dinna hear a sound yet.