She stirred softly and smiled at him.
"So you discovered me," she said.
"How long have you been here?"
She studied the sun a moment before replying. "Several hours."
"Did you walk over in the night?"
"No. You told me not to, you know. I waited till the dawn. Don't scold
me, Ban. I was dead for want of sleep and I couldn't get it in the
lodge. It's haunted, I tell you, with unpeaceful spirits. So I
remembered this hammock."
"I'm not going to scold you. I'm going to feed you. The coffee's on."
"How good!" she cried, getting to her feet. "Am I a sight? I feel
frowsy."
"There's a couple of buckets of water up in my room. Help yourself while
I set out the breakfast."
In fifteen minutes she was down, freshened and joyous.
"I'll just take a bite and then run back to my patient," she said. "You
can bring the blanket when you come. It's heavy for a three-mile
tramp.... What are you looking thoughtful and sober about, Ban? Do you
disapprove of my escapade?"
"That's a foolish question."
"It's meant to be. And it's meant to make you smile. Why don't you? You
_are_ worried. 'Fess up. What's happened?"
"I've had a letter from the reporter in Angelica City."
"Oh! Did he send your article?"
"He did. But that isn't the point.
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