Don't stand in the door." Joan, slipping around Bart, stood clinging to the skirts of her mother and watched the face of Dan, fascinated, silent.
"Tell me where you're going.

Tell me when you're coming back.

Dan, for pity!" Loud as a trumpet, a horse neighed from the corral.

Dan had stood with an uncertain face, but now he smiled.
"D'you hear?
I got to go!" "I heard Satan whinney.

But what does that mean?
How does that make you go ?" "Somewhere," he murmured, "something's happening.