He did not speak, but the action told his curiosity; he did not understand the words.
"I mean what I say," added Weber, shaking his head; "I know it." "What do you mean?
Something happens every night and every day." "That isn't what I'm driving at; something's going to happen afore daylight; you and me ain't through with this work." Hankinson was still dissatisfied.

He took his pipe from his mouth, and, looking sideways at his friend, asked: "Can't you come down to facts and let a fellow know what you're driving at ?" "I don't exactly know myself, but I feel it in my left leg." At this strange remark the other laughed heartily and silently.

He had little patience with superstition.

He knew his friend held peculiar whims in that respect.

Weber expected something in the nature of scoffing and was prepared for it.