I do what they tell me, even when I know there ain't any sense in it.

I humor Doctor Dell a whole lot!" Could he never get that look off Luck's face?
The Kid searched his soul anxiously.

You couldn't go on arguing with that kind of a look; it made you feel like you'd been stealing sheep.

"Oh, well, if you won't talk to a feller--" The Kid did not turn away quite soon enough to hide the quiver of his lips.

Luck reached out and took a small, grimy hand and pulled the Kid nearer; near enough so that his arm could go around the Kid's quivering body.