That's what does the damage--watchin' and wonderin' and then goin' to see.

I bet you wanta strike out right now and see just what it is." I didn't admit it, but Casey had guessed exactly what was in my mind.

I was itching with curiosity and trying to ignore the creepiness of it.
Casey went into the tent and lighted the candle and proceeded to unlace his high hiking boots.

"You come on in and go to bed.

Don't yuh pay no attention to that light--that's what the Old Boy plays for first, every time; workin' your curiosity up.