"So I shall, but don't be too sure that I'll 'never be heard of
again.'"
He glanced up at the sun, which was edging behind a dark cloud,
over the gap.
"Is your raging thirst for personal information sufficiently
slaked?" he asked. "We've still fifteen or twenty minutes left."
"Is that all? And I haven't yet given you the message!" She drew
it from the bag and handed it to him.
"Sealed," he observed.
The girl colored painfully.
"Dad didn't intend--You mustn't think--" With a flash of generous
wrath she tore the envelope open and held out the inclosure. "But
I shouldn't have thought you so concerned with formalities," she
commented curiously.
"It isn't that. But in some respects, possibly important, it would
be better if--" He stopped, looking at her doubtfully.
"Read it," she nodded.
He ran through the brief document.
"Yes; it's just as well that I should know. I'll leave a copy."
Something in his accent made her scrutinize him.
"You're going into danger!" she cried.
"Danger? No; I think not. Difficulty, perhaps. But I think it can
be put through."
"If it were dangerous, you'd do it just the same," she said,
almost accusingly.
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