"Never, never will I let you go away from me again!" he was saying passionately, when Cronk opened the door and stepped in.
The squatter gave no evidence that he had seen Everett's action. He left the door open, through which the breeze flung the dust and the dead leaves.
"Lem'll see ye in the scow," he said. "I ain't got nothin' to say 'bout this--only as how Flea goes to one or the other of ye."