I can see that.

You ought to put in about a week here--that's all I've got to say." "Think I couldn't ?" She looked across at him queerly.
"You wouldn't dare go any farther away than the spring.

You'd have to stay right here on this peak every minute of the twenty-four hours.
They call up at all kinds of ungodly times, just to see if you're on the job, if they think you're snitching.

They'd catch you gone sometime--you couldn't get by with it--and then--" "The can," finished Miss Marion gravely.

"But what I want to know is, what have you done ?" "Done ?" Jack's jaw dropped slack away from the pipestem.