"Are you tired?"
She started even at that.
"No, Monte," she answered.
"We can rest any time you wish. We have all the time in the world ahead of us."
"Have we?"
"Days and weeks and months," he replied.
It was the old Monte she heard—the easy, care-free Monte. It made her feel easier.
"We should cross the border by to-morrow night, should n't we?" she asked.
"We could, if it were necessary," he admitted.
She quickened her pace unconsciously.