"Wal, I'll hurry things up a little," she said as she went out.
Reynolds, as he took a seat, said: "Delmar writes that you just got mixed up in some kind o' fuss down there.

I reckon you had better tell me how it was." Mose was glad to unburden his heart.

As the story proceeded, Reynolds sat silently looking at the stove hearth, glancing at the youth only now and again as he reached some dramatic point.

The girl came back into the room, and as she listened, her timidity grew less painful.

The boy's troubles made a bond of sympathy between them, and at last Mose found himself telling his story to her.