"Did that man--Hauck--sell you ?" He looked away from her as he asked the question.

He was afraid, just then, that something was in his face which he did not want her to see.
He began to understand; at least he was beginning to picture a very horrible possibility.
"I--don't--know," he heard her say, close to his shoulder.

"It was night before last I heard them quarrelling, and I crept close to a door that was a little open, and looked in.

Brokaw had given my uncle a bag of gold, a little sack, like the miners use, and I heard him swear at my uncle, and say: 'That's more than she is worth but I'll give in.

_Now_ she's mine!' I don't know why it frightened me so.