"Three more days," Cherry mused.
"It isn't long, is it?" he asked.
"No," Cherry replied, and the conversation seemed to have come to an end.
At last King leaned forward a little and looked into the little pool of water at their feet.
"If I could talk," he said, as if he were thinking aloud, "if I could only talk a little—I'd tell you that you have been very kind to me since—"
"Don't talk about that, King," she said quickly. "I have done nothing."
King was silent again for a moment.
"I guess I'm no talker, at all," he said.
"You do very well sometimes—when you're delirious," she replied, laughing.
King was no longer proof against her playful mood. And yet when he got up, and taking her hand in his, announced that it was already time for her to go back to the cabin if there was to be any supper for her father, she got to her feet reluctantly enough and walked away with King in a strange mood, and very silent.