We could not think of letting you sleep outside in this chill air." "Outside for me," answered Mr.Long.

"Must have air and plenty of it.
You see I heat it up inside of me and use it later to sell my goods.

A promoter, you know, must depend upon hot air because what he's selling won't float on cold air." Grace brought out blankets and a pneumatic pillow which she placed in a heap near the fire.
"Make up your bed on the softest spot you can find, Mr.Long, though I do not believe there is much choice," said Grace.

Then, in a lower voice: "I hope you may not find it necessary to shoot any more mountaineers to-night, Mr.Long." "Sh--h--h--h--h!" warned the Mystery Man.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he added in a louder tone, observing that Washington Washington was standing close by, all eyes and ears.
Grace walked away laughing, Jeremiah Long observing her with twinkling eyes, a quizzical smile on his face..