Nappy raised his cap and bowed pleasantly, both to her and to May.
"I won't talk to you," retorted Nappy Martell, and tried to pass.
Nappy had threatened Fred, and made a savage pass at him with his fist.
What Nappy and I ought to do is to pitch into you for having us fired out of the Hall.
"Maybe we can get into the cabin by a back way," suggested Nappy.
"I'm not going ...