How are you fixed for bedding ?" "I won't have her, I tell you.

You're always trying to make me do things I won't do.

Don't be silly." "Sure not." Lite shifted in the saddle with the air of a man who rides at perfect ease with himself and with the world.

"She'll likely have plenty of bedding of her own," he meditated, after a brief silence.
"Lite, if you haul Hepsibah out here, I'll send her back!" "I'll haul her out," said Lite in a tone of finality, "but you won't send her back." He paused.

"She ain't much protection, maybe," he remarked somewhat enigmatically, "but it'll beat staying alone nights.
You--you can't tell who might come prowling around the place." "What do you mean?
Do you know about--" Jean caught herself on the verge of betrayal.
"You want to keep your gun handy.