She debated a moment, at last to shake her head.
"No--he'd want to dig them out with a knife.

If you don't mind." She moved toward Houston and Barry thrust forth his hand.
"If you don't mind," he countered and she sat beside him.

A moment later: "I must look like a fortune teller." "See anything in my palm besides thorns ?" "Yes.

A little dirt.

Ba'tiste evidently isn't a very good nurse." "I did the best I could with one hand.