"I ain't goin' to hunt around for no row," replied Lime, placidly, "and I don't believe Steve is.

You lads," he said to the boys, "watch the team for a little while; cuddle down under the blankets if you git cold.

It ain't no place for you in the inside.
We won't stop long," he ended, cheerily.
The door opened and let out a dull red light, closed again, and all was still except an occasional burst of laughter and noise of heavy feet within.

The scene made an indelible impress upon John, child though he was.

Fifty feet away the river sang over its shallows, broad and whitened with foam which gleamed like frosted silver in the brilliant moonlight.