After-dark callers were an unknown thing at that house, and instant premonition of evil chilled its mistress's heart. "D-don't be s-s-scared!" said the little maid, hurrying to the lady's side and clinging to her skirt, stammering as readily as Montgomery would have done and ostensibly to reassure her mistress, but, in reality, for her own protection.
Merrick, running toward the doctor. "Are you hit?" Gys looked up at him appealingly and nodded. "Where did it strike you? Was it a bullet or what?" The doctor wrung his hands, moaning pitifully. Uncle John bent over him. "Tell me," he said. "Tell me, Gys!" "I I'm scared, sir s-s-scared stiff. It's that yellow s-s-s-streak in me; I I can't help it, sir."
"Too bad he didn't like the looks of our crowd," Steve remarked. "What makes you think he didn't?" Owen asked, smiling. "Well, he acted like he was afraid of us," replied Steve. "T-t-tell you what, boys, I reckon it wasn't our looks, after all, that s-s-scared him, though Bandy-legs does resemble a terrible p-p-pirate when he wears that old zebra s-s-sweater of his."