Bud retreated to the kitchen to view the devastation and discovered that a sheep bell not too clean had been dislodged from a nail and dragged through one pan of milk into another, where it was rolling on its edge, stirring the cream that had risen.

As Mrs.Hanson rushed in from the back yard, Bud returned to the angry captive's side.
"I've got him safe," he soothed Mrs.Hanson and her shotgun.

"He just had a nightmare.

Perhaps that breakfast you fed him was too hearty.
I'll look after him now, Mrs.Hanson.We won't be bothering you long, anyway." Mrs.Hanson was talking to herself when she went to her milk pans, and Bud released Eddie Collier, guessing how humiliating it must be to be a young fellow pinned into a blanket with safety pins, and knowing from certain experiences of his own that humiliation is quite as apt to breed trouble as any other emotion.
Eddie sat up on the edge of the bed and stared at Bud.

His eyes were like Marian's in shape and color, but their expression was suspicion, defiance, and watchfulness blended into one compelling stare that spelled Fear.