Alfred, as usual, was wrigglingly shy. Billy Knapp several times opened his mouth to object, but somehow closed it slowly each time without having objected. The woman saw. She thought it meant that her presence embarrassed them both, so with true tact she wished them a gentle good-night, and went away.
The three looked at one another.
"Well?" asked Jim defiantly.
Billy coughed. He spat in the fire. He exploded. "Damn it! She goes!" he roared with the voice of a bull.
They both looked expectantly toward Alfred. Alfred nodded his head. He was wondering how long it had been since anyone had prayed for him.
"Thar is a man with her," remarked Jim, after a moment's silence. "He's a tenderfoot. And a kid. The kid has blue eyes, too," he added irrelevantly.
"The camp'll be mighty riled," put in Alfred.
"Let's go se