Glenn waited for her to catch up with him, and he said: "Carley, this is one of Hutter's sheep camps.

It's not a--a very pleasant place.

You won't care to see the sheep-dip.

So I'm suggesting you wait here--" "Nothing doing, Glenn," she interrupted.

"I'm going to see what there is to see." "But, dear--the men--the way they handle sheep--they'll--really it's no sight for you," he floundered.
"Why not ?" she inquired, eying him.
"Because, Carley--you know how you hate the--the seamy side of things.
And the stench--why, it'll make you sick!" "Glenn, be on the level," she said.