“Funny-looking cat,” James Blaine Hawkins commented carelessly.
Gary looked up at him surprisedly; saw the direction of his glance, and turned and looked that way with a blank expression of astonishment.
“Cat? What cat?”
“That cat! Hell, can’t you see that cat?” James Blaine Hawkins leaned forward excitedly.
ThatcatGary’s glance wandered over the cabin floor. Toward Faith, over Faith and beyond Faith. He might have been a blind man for all the expression there was in his eyes. He turned and eyed James Blaine Hawkins curiously.
“You mean to say you—you see a cat?” he asked solicitously.
cat“Ain’t there a cat?” James Blaine Hawkins half rose from his seat and pointed a shaking finger. “Mean to tell me that ain’t a cat walkin’ over there to the bunk?”
Gary looked toward the bunk, but i
