"Never you mind what I'm doin'," he went on.

"That's my affairs.

What are YOU doin' here?
That's what I want to know." Brown rubbed the sand out of his hair.
"I don't know exactly what I am doing--yet," he panted.
"You don't, hey?
Well, you'd better find out.

Maybe I can help you to remember.

Sneakin' after me, wa'n't you?
Spyin', to find out what I was up to, hey ?" He shook the wet paint brush angrily at his helper.