"Don't be a fool, Lige," he said.

"You hardly expect to go out in that." Lige shook his head; it needed them both to get the door closed.

The young man leaned against it and passed his sleeve across his wet brow.

"I hadn't ought to have left him." "Don't scare the girls," whispered the other; then in a louder tone: "All I'm afraid of is that he'll get blown to pieces or catch his death of cold.

That's all there is to worry about.