"I'd see you through, if I wasn't such a crock," said poor Ed, coughing.
"Go and tell the others what's up," Val advised him. "They may be able to strike camp and get away with the supply wagons while I engage the enemy."
Three minutes later, Loveland was at the door of the local manager's room. He opened it, and found himself face to face with Lesley Dearmer, who was standing there, alone.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
The Whole Truth
"Miss Dearmer!" he stammered.
"Mr. Gordon, I believe?" she said primly.
She wore a simple grey dress, which he remembered to have seen and liked on the ship. How sweet, how dear she was, with her soft, bright eyes, and long curled eyelashes!
Involuntarily he put out his hand, but she seemed not to see the gesture, and the hand dropped.