You know who I mean." Wid nodded, his face grave under its grizzled stubble.

"Yes," said he.
"Say," he added, suddenly.

"You know that letter we got fer her?
Now, if that girl that wrote it, that Annie Squires, could come out here and get into this here game, why, how would that be?
You reckon she would ?" "Naw, she wouldn't come," said Sim Gage.

"But, say, that reminds me--I never did tell _her_ about that letter." "Better take it in to her," said Wid, turning away.
He walked towards the gate.

After Sim had seen him safely in the distance he went with laggard step toward the door of his own home.
Mary Warren was not asleep.