You talked to me as though I were a sack of potatoes.

I won't go with you, and I won't see you until you can apologize." "There's nothing to apologize for!" Thayer jammed on his hat and stamped angrily out the door.

Medaine watched him with laughing eyes.
"He'll write me a letter to-night," came quietly.

Then, "Lost Wing!" "Ugh!" It was a grunt from outside.
"I just wanted to be sure you were there.

Call me when Mr.Thayer has passed the ridge." "Ugh!" Medaine turned again to Ba'tiste, a childish appearance of confidence in her eyes, her hand lingering on the chair by the bed.
"Were you really fooling, Ba'tiste--or shall we continue ?" "Perhaps--" the twinkle still shone in the old man's eyes--"but not now.