Bruce took her hand in his warm grasp and they started across a small open place. In the distance between the trees ahead they could see the tumbling ruins of the deserted spring house.
“Don’t be frightened,” Bruce said kindly.
“I’m not frightened,” Gale said indignantly. “But—do you suppose those plans are as important as he says?”
“Of course they are,” Bruce said. “He knows what he is talking about. He invented the motor, didn’t he?”
“You don’t suppose anyone might try to take them away from us?” Gale murmured in awe, watching the dark shadows around her.
“Certainly not,” Bruce declared. “Don’t you see, that is why he wanted us to take them. No one would suspect us of having them.”
Gale considered this logic for a moment and was forced to admit it was the obvious conclusion. Who might know they were carrying the important plans? Her thoughts promptly said no one, but she looked about at the ominous shadows and was uncertain. The moon had disappeared behind a bank of clouds. The trees were sighing and whistling in the night wind.
“Well, here we are,” Bruce announced. “I don’t see anyone,” he added.
As if in answer to his words a figure appeared from the dark ruins of the spring house behind them.
“H-Hello,” Bruce said in surprise.