I take care of the girl while the Bird Woman works.

Untie me quick until she is gone.
I'll try to send her back, and then you can go on with your dirty work." "He ain't lying," volunteered Wessner.

"I saw that tree covered with butterflies and him watching around it when we were spying on him yesterday." "No, he leaves lying to your sort," snapped Black Jack, as he undid the rope and pitched it across the room.

"Remember that you're covered every move you make, my buck," he cautioned.
"Freckles! Freckles!" came the Angel's impatient voice, closer and closer.
"I must be answering," said Freckles, and Jack nodded.

"Right here!" he called, and to the men: "You go on with your work, and remember one thing yourselves.