“Will you marry me and go to the shelter of my home with me?”
Wild-eyed she stared at him.
“Why?”
“Because I love you, and want life made easier for you, above anything else on earth.”
“But your Dream Girl!”
“YOU ARE THE DREAM GIRL! I thought the red bird told you for me! I didn't know it would be a shock. I believed I had made you understand.”
By that time she was shaking with a nervous chill, and the sight unmanned the Harvester.
“Come with me!” he urged. “We will decide what you want to do on the way. Only come, I beg you.”
“First it was marry, now it's decide later,” broke in Henry Jameson, crazed with anger. “Move a step and I'll strike you down. I'd better than see you disgraced——”
The Harvester advanced and Jameson stepped back.