The man reached for his discarded hat.
“Take me there,” he begged.
“Where?” she demanded. “I spoke of several places.”
“To any of them,” he promptly replied; “better yet, to all of them.”
She shook her head dubiously.
“I ought not to begin as an interruption,” she demurred.
“On the contrary,” he argued confidently, “the good general first acquaints himself with his field.”
An hour later, standing at a gap in a tangle of briar, where the paw-paw trees grew thick, he watched her crossing the meadow toward the roof of her house which topped the foliage not far away. Then, he held up his right hand, and scrutinized the scar, almost invisible under the tan. It seemed to him to grow larger as he looked.