What you want?
Want me over there ?" It would have been a trifle unearthly to most people, but Joan knew the ways of Daddy Dan with Satan and Black Bart.

She lay quite still, shivering with pleasure as the footsteps approached her.

Then a match scratched--she saw by the blue spurt of flame that he was lighting a pine torch, then whirling it until the flame ate down to the pitchy knot.

He held it above his head, and now she saw him plainly: the light cascaded over his shoulders, glowed on his eyes, and then puffed out sidewise in a draught.
Joan was upon her feet, and running toward him with a cry of joy, until she remembered that he was not to be approached like her mother.

There were never any bear-hugs from him, no caresses, not much laughter.