“But you can’t git away now without bein’ seen?”
“Yes, there’s another way out of Cloudy,—and I’m going to take it.”
The grimness of his meaning was lost on the Girl, who answered urgently:
“Then go—go! Don’t wait, go now!”
Johnson smiled a sad little smile:
“But remember that I’m sorry for the past, and—and don’t forget me,” he said, with an odd break in his voice,—so odd that it roused the Girl into startled wonderment.
“Forget you? Why, Dick...!”
“I mean, till we meet again,” he reassured her hastily.
The Girl heaved a troubled sigh. Her fears for him were still on edge. Then, with a nervous start, she asked:
“Did he call?”