She struggled away from him, and stood at bay.
"How can you talk to me like this?" she cried, her voice trembling with indignation, "after what I told you that day in the wind-shelter?"
"In the wind-shelter?" He looked at her in bewilderment.
"Yea, about Hal Ford and the captain and all that. Why, you promised to help me, and now—"
"Hal Ford?" repeated Percival, dazed. "What has he to do with it?"
"More than anybody else in the world. He's waiting for me in Wyoming, and I'm counting the days and the hours and the minutes until I get back to him. I thought you understood, and were helping me bring the captain around."
He stood before her too stunned to speak.
Sheer amazement for the moment crowded out the pain.
"But—but don't you love me?" he stammered at last.
"Of course I don't," said Bobby, almost indignantly; "I never have loved anybody, and I never will love anybody but Hal."