“If you’re really interested in the kid—” he began.
“I am,” said Ross.
Eddy sat down on the bed.
“I don’t believe you told them, over at the house,” he continued. “‘Cause, if they knew, they’d of—”
“No, I didn’t,” said Ross.
“Then nobody knows she’s here—but me and you?”
“That’s all.”
“Well,” said Eddy.
Again Ross had a distinct warning of danger, and again he defied it, standing there stubbornly resistant to all the ill winds that might blow.
“This kid,” Eddy pointed out—“she hasn’t got anybody in the world.”