Once more, he freed her hand. “Well?”
“Terrible!” she whispered. “What’ll happen to the poor ‘Kid’?”
“Death!” was his jovial rejoinder.
He caught her hand once more. “Don’t, don’t!” she warned him. He let go as before, but she did not withdraw it immediately.
His glance grew bolder and bolder, but he hesitated. He busied himself with his breakfast for a moment, shaking salt into his egg and stirring it with a spoon. He looked up and hesitated again. Finally, he began: “Then it’ll be all right to-night?”
“To-night?”
“Yes. You said you’d tell me to-day.”
“I know.”
“It’ll be all right?” he pleaded.
She eyed him a moment, softened a little and then gave in: “But where can we go?”