Sometimes I wish I was out of it.

But, you know, Small's this kind of a man.

He sees through you.

He can look through a door"-- and there he shivered, and his voice broke down into a whisper.

But Bud was perfectly cool, and doubtless it was the strong coolness of Bud that made Walter, who shuddered at a shadow, come to him for sympathy and unbosom himself of one of his guilty secrets.
"Let's go and hear Brother Sodom preach to-night," said Bud.
"No, I don't like to." "He don't scare you ?" There was just a touch of ridicule in Bud's voice.
He knew Walter, and he had not counted amiss when he used this little goad to prick a skin so sensitive.