You must not do it, Freckles.

The swamp is none too healthful at any time, and at night it is rank poison." Freckles stood combing his fingers through Nellie's mane, while the dainty creature was twisting her head for his caresses.

He pushed back his hat and looked into McLean's face.

"It's come to the 'sleep with one eye open,' sir.

I'm not looking for anything to be happening for a week or two, but it's bound to come, and soon.