“The race is tomorrow. You might not be back in time,” Bruce added.
“Oh, yes, we will!” Gale said. “Nothing could make Brent miss that and you know it.”
“Just the same——” Bruce said uncomfortably.
They waited until the cloud of dust raised by a passing motor vehicle had died down before they resumed their walk.
“You see a lot of Brent, don’t you?” Bruce mused. “He takes you to the movies, out here at the airport——”
“Well?” Gale said with ominous quiet in her voice.
“It seems funny,” Bruce continued. “And another thing—you are neglecting your studies. If you aren’t careful you won’t pass the college exams and then where will you be?”
Gale whirled on him suddenly. Her eyes were dark with fury, her cheeks blazed with color.
“If I flunk it will be my fault and nobody else’s,” she declared angrily. “You don’t have to lecture to me about it either. I’ll do as I please—go where I please and with whom I please!”
Bruce merely looked at her when she whirled and set off down the road alone.