I'm here to talk.' "I heard Jerry sit up in bed.
"'Now what the devil's the meaning of this ?' he asked.
"'Are you awake ?' says Doone.
"'Yes, but be hung to you!' says Jerry.
"Don't be hanging me,' says Doone.

'You just mark this day down in red--it's a lucky one for you, son.' "'An' how d'you mean that ?' says Jerry, and I could hear by his voice that he was choking, he was that crazy mad.
"'Because it's the day you met me,' says Doone; 'that's why it's a lucky one for you.' "'Listen to me,' says Jerry, 'of all the nervy, cold-blooded fakers that ever stepped you're the nerviest.' "'Thanks,' says Doone.

'I think I am doing pretty well.' "'If I wanted to waste the time,' says Jerry, 'I'd get up and throw you out.' "'It's a wise man,' says Doone, 'that does his talking from the other side of a rock.' "'Well,' says Jerry, 'd'you think I can't throw you out ?' "'Anyway,' says Doone, 'I'm still here.' "I heard the springs squeal, as Jerry went bouncing out of bed.

For a minute they wrestled, and I opened the door.

What I see was Jerry lying flat, and Doone sitting on his chest, as calm and smiling as you please.
I closed the door quick.