"Li'l Miss, look me in th' eyes an' say it again. I thought so. You must n't say things that ain't true. Who did that?"
"What do you want to know for?"
"Oh, jus' because."
"What will you do?"
"Oh, I 'll sorta talk to him. All I want to know is his name."
"I won't tell you; you 'll fight with him."
He turned his sombrero over and looked gravely into its crown. "Well," he admitted, "he might not like me talkin' 'bout it. Of course, you can't never tell."
"But he did n't mean to hurt me. He 's only rough and boisterous; and he was n't himself," she pleaded, looking down.
"Uh-huh," grunted Sammy, cogitating. "So 'm I. I 'm awful rough an' boisterous, I am; only I don't hurt wimmin. What's his name?"
"I 'll not tell you!"
"Well, all right; but if he ever comes in here again an' gets rough an' boisterous he 'll lose a
