That's why he's so weak.

If he gets well he'll have somethin' to tell you." "Lew, what do you mean ?" demanded Betty, quickly.
"Me and him had a long talk last night and--" "You did not go to him and talk of me, did you ?" said Betty, reproachfully.
They had now reached the end of the path.

Wetzel stopped and dropped the butt of his rifle on the ground.

Tige looked on and wagged his tail.

Presently the hunter spoke.
"Yes, we talked about you." "Oh! Lewis.