The outposts withdrew to the main line of skirmirshers and there opened fire again, from cover.
"It isn't so much a matter of friendship as of real interest in the needs of the community, you know. Anyone else would do quite as well as I; for instance, you, Marcia."
"But you see," Marcia countered coolly, "I haven't known Jerry nearly so long as you have."
"Haven't you?"
"I don't think so. Have I, Jerry?"
Jerry evaded the issue with some skill.
"Friendships aren't reckoned in terms of time," he put in with a short laugh. "If they were I'd be the most solitary person under the sun."
Marcia merely smiled, saying nothing, and when she joined the talk of another group I saw Una's gaze following her curiously.
She seemed to be able to understand Marcia little better than I did. But in a moment from my seat in the corner just beside them I saw Una look about the room and give a little gasp of pleasure.
"This cabin! Do you remember, Jerry?" she said quietly. "You gave me a cup of tea here and we decided just what you and I were going to do with the wicked world?"