I felt myself go white.
“Not—not for a little while,” I stammered.
He nodded, understandingly.
“I see,” he said. “Well, we'll wait a bit, then.”
“But why are you staying here? Why didn't you make for the road up the mountain? What are you watching for, anyway?” asked Drake.
“Go to it, Ruth,” Ventnor grinned. “Tell 'em. After all—it was YOUR party you know.”
“Mart!” she cried, blushing.
“Well—it wasn't ME they admired,” he laughed.
“Martin!” she cried again, and stamped her foot.
“Shoot,” he said. “I'm busy. I've got to watch.”