I'm a-goin' to make a little love to you," he said, and he reached for her with great hairy hands.
Carley saw in them the strength that had so easily swung the sheep.

She saw, too, that they were dirty, greasy hands.

And they made her flesh creep.
"Glenn will kill--you," she panted.
"What fer ?" he queried, in real or pretended surprise.

"Aw, I know wimmin.

You'll never tell him." "Yes, I will." "Wal, mebbe.