"Did any one see _you_?"

"No. Her man was away."

Gillespie turned with an effect of helplessness, and looked down at the
wood-pile where he stood. "I don't know," he said, "what keeps me from
spliting your head open with that ax."

"I do," Dylks said.

"Man!" the old man threatened, "Don't go too far."

"It wasn't the fear of God which you pretend is in your heart, but the
fear of man." Dylks added with a vulgar drop from the solemn words, "You
would hang for it. I haven't put myself in your power without counting all
the costs to both of us."

Gillespie waved his answer off with an impatient hand.

"Did she know you?"

"Why not? It hasn't been so long. I haven't changed so much. I wear my
hair differently, and I dress better since I've been in Philadelphia. She
knew me in a minute as well as I knew her. I didn't ask for her present
husband; I thought one at a time was enough."

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing--first. I might have told her she had been in a hurry. But if
she don't bother me, I won't her. We got as far as that. And I reckon she