And women--" "Not these," Cliff smiled serenely.

"These are trained kiddies.

They do their blabbing at home, you'll find.

They're better than dogs, to give warning of strangers prowling about." He must have meant during the day they were better than dogs.

They drove up to the cabin, swung around the end and turned under a live oak whose branches scraped the car's top, while four dogs circled the machine, barking and growling.