You should have let me send a trap for you," said Mills.

"Never mind those handles.

Put your hands in your pockets and I'll get you there in no time.

What a beast of a day, isn't it ?" "Y--yes," answered Sydney, "I suppose it is.

But I rather like it." "Like it?
Great Scott! Why ?" "Well, the mist feels good on your face, don't you think so?
And the trees down there along the railroad look so gray and soft.