“No.”
“Why not?”
“Well—because—you see him and me are—are—pretty friendly.”
She blurted out the last two words, as if they cost her a great effort.
“Why,” said Frank, “I never noticed.”
“Course you didn’t. We’re keeping it quiet, for Havener’s got a wife.”
Then, seeing the look that came over Frank’s face, Cassie hastened to explain:
“They ain’t lived together or ever heard from each other for four years, and Havener’s going to get a divorce as soon as he can for desertion. We couldn’t help gittin’ struck on each other, but I don’t want pop to know it till Havener is free to marry me. That’s why we’re keeping shady. But Storms was onto it.”
“Storms.”
“Yep. Feller you kept from knocking the head offen Havener.”