And above all the mental turmoil he was somehow talking and listening and laughing now and then, as if there were two of him and each one was occupied with his own affairs.

"I wisht to thunder there was _three_ uh me," he thought fleetingly during a pause.

"I'd set the third one uh me to figuring out just where the girl stands in this game, and what she's thinking about right now.

There's a kinda twinkling in her eyes, now and then when she looks over here, that sure don't line up with her innocent talk.

I wisht I could mind-read her-- "Yes, we didn't get through none too soon.