"Why in sixty don't you light a light, Eva?
How can I--" "Listen!" she whispered shrilly.

"Hear that?
Anderson, there's some one walkin' on the porch!" "'y gosh!" faltered he.

"Sure as Christmas! You wait here, Eva, till I go upstairs an' put on my badge and I'll--" "I'll do nothing of the kind.

You don't ketch me stayin' down here alone," and she grabbed the back of his nightshirt as he started for the stairs.
"Sho! What air you afeerd of?
I'll get my revolver, too.

I never did see such a coward'y calf as--" Just then there was a tremendous pounding on the front door, followed by the creaking of footsteps on the frozen porch, a clatter down the steps, and then the same old howling of the wind.