I'm not used to girls.
I'll--I'll deserve what I get for lettin' you came." "It's my own business," declared Lucy, spiritedly.

"And I guess they'd better let you alone." Slone shook his head mournfully.

He was getting one of those gloomy spells that Lucy hated.

Nevertheless, she felt a stir of her pulses.
"Lucy, there won't be any doubt about my stand--when I meet Bostil," said Slone.

Some thought had animated him.
"What do you mean ?" Lucy trembled a little.
There was a sternness about Slone, a dignity that seemed new.