"There is no reason why it should kill Baby."
"How can you tell?—everything is against him here!"
Dalton decided to humour her because of the deepening flush and starry eyes. The nervous fingers twined about his were hot with fever. "That's all right. Be happy, you'll go home in the spring if it depends on me."
"Oh, thank you, you are such a dear!"
Captain Dalton smiled less grudgingly. She was so perfectly ingenuous. In his critical eyes was a look of dalliance with a new problem. They were eyes that must often have studied human problems and not always to good purpose.
"I suppose the kid is your first consideration?" he asked, amused.
"He's so helpless!"
"I see," he remarked oracularly. Before he left the tent he gave her a tablet from a phial which he carried in his vest-pocket.
"Do you know," she ventured in the hurried accents of feverishness, "I did not like you a bit when I first met you."
"And now?"