You didn't expect me, I know.

But Doloreth showed me the letter you wrote her, and--well--here I am, ready to help you, with two men and a thpare horthe waiting outside the woodth on the blind trail." "You--_you_--here ?" she only repeated.
-- Curson shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeth.

Of courth you never expected to thee me again, and leatht of all _here_.

I'll admit that; I'll thay I wouldn't if I'd been in your plathe.