She was sufficiently light-hearted to laugh with him when he glanced down at his torn and travel-worn clothes.
"And then we shall be arrested for tramps," she finished for him. "There is one consolation—neither of us will look any worse than the other."
"When we find a town we shall find clothes," he asserted. "Luckily we have English money to buy with."
"Would you—would you spend that money?" she asked, half fearfully.
"Why not? I'd hock the dead men themselves if we had them and there wasn't any other way to raise the wind. But I have some good, old-fashioned American money, too."
"I shall have to borrow of you when we get to where we can buy things," she said, with a sudden access of shyness that was new to him. "I had a purse with a little money in it that night at Quebec, but it disappeared."
"What is mine is yours, Lucetta; surely you don't have to be told that, at this stage of the game."
"Thank you," she said softly. "That goes with everything else you have done for me." Then, after a pause: "Will you tell the other girl about this—about this adventure of ours, Donald?"
"Don't you think I ought to tell her? Isn't it her right to know?"
She took time to consider.