Two or three sprang to accompany him.
“You stay here!” he commanded, waving them back.
He returned talking with Polly.
“Have you told Ilga?” he asked.
“Of course not,” she answered.
“Will you promise not to?” he entreated.
She smiled into his anxious face.
“I’ll never hear the last of that blunder if she gets hold of it,” he fretted. “Say, Polly, don’t tell—her or anybody!”
Polly was still silent.