“No, I took it,” she said. “Bobbie, Dempsi is alive!”
“Alive? Dempsi? Impossible!”
She nodded many times.
“He is alive! I’ve had a letter from him this morning—thirteen pages—you could have used any one of them as a mustard leaf. I’m scared!”
“But I thought he was lost in the bush?” said Bobbie.
She smiled painfully and dropped into the chair in which Gordon had spent the night.
“He was found in the bush,” she said. “He had fever or something and was discovered by the Jackies. They took him to their village. Bobbie, Dempsi is half Irish and half Italian. Which half is most mad? Because that’s the half that wrote.”
Bobbie considered for a long time.
“He knows you’re not married?”
She shook her head.