"Oh, say!" murmured Charlie. "That's not sense, you know."
"Of course Tom could do nothing disgraceful. But why should those men be afraid to speak of him?" cried the shaken girl. "He can't be wounded again. That can't be it. Haven't you heard a word?"
She suddenly realized that her companion had grown silent. He made no comment now upon her speech. She waited a full minute before bursting out again:
"You have heard something, Charlie! Something about Tom!"
"I—I don't know," he muttered. "I didn't know it was Tom."
"What is it?" she demanded with rising eagerness.
"I don't know that it's about Cameron now," he muttered. "I should hope not."
"Charlie Bragg! Do you want to drive me wild?" she demanded, clutching at his arm.
"Hold on! You'll have us in the ditch," he warned her.
"You answer me—at once!" she commanded.