Ruth straightened up to confront him.
"You mean the work would stop, that you couldn't finish it on time?"
"That's just what I mean."
"Why?" Gretzinger spoke. "You have ten days left."
"Yes, and what are ten days with two feet of snow on the ground and the mercury forty below zero?" Bryant retorted.
Gretzinger stood up, glanced at his watch, and buttoned his overcoat. He then bent down and set to work buckling the straps of the suit-case Ruth had closed.
"You do seem to get into every possible kind of trouble, Lee," the girl said.
"Perhaps I do. But the point now is about Imogene. Will you take her with you, or not?"
"Mr. McDonnell can send for her to-morrow; that will be soon enough."
"My God, you leave her! With a blizzard coming!"