"I will not quit." "Ah, _oui_! Eet is now the, what-you-say, the swing-around point.
To-night Ba'teese go out.

Where?
Ah, you shall wait an' see.
Ba'teese go--Ba'teese come back.

Then you shall see.

Ah, _oui_! Then you shall see." For an hour or so after that he boomed about the cabin, singing queer old songs in a _patois_, rumbling to the faithful Golemar, washing the dishes while Houston wiped them, joking, talking of everything but the troubles of the day and the plans of the night.

Outside the shadows grew heavier, finally to turn to pitch darkness.