“Oh, yes. I can sit up. Was I long?”
“Only a few minutes. Karasch has tethered the horses and is getting us something to eat. Do you know, I was never so hungry in my life before?” and she laughed brightly.
“We’re in a desperate mess,” said I, gloomily.
“We should have been in a worse if we had gone on.”
“Rub it in. You got your own way, you know.”
“I meant to have it; and I’m not going to put my foot in the stirrup again until you have had something to eat and have slept for at least two or three hours.”
“You have a very masterful way of your own.”
She nodded and smiled to me. “But the point is whether you are going to obey without more—mutiny.”
“You seem to take this for a kind of picnic.”
“Here’s breakfast at any rate,” she cried, as Karasch came up.