“Yes,” he replied. “I told and they caught him. I couldn’t do so before. It’s war, Doris. It is a fair game. I ask no favors—nor do I give any.”
She was silent a moment looking into the fire.
“Yes, I understand—a terrible game with odds against——” And then, after a pause, “You say that we will get away. Won’t you tell me your plan?”
He rose with a confident laugh.
“Yes, I have a plan, but I’m not going to tell it now. You are going to sleep.”
She laughed wearily and sat up.
“And you? Where will you sleep?”
“By the fire. I’ve got some thinkin’ to do. I’m not sleepy. I had eight hours last night. I’m going to watch.”
He bent over her and gently made her lie down. “I will talk to you no more. You must go to sleep.”
She sighed and stretched herself out while he covered her with his coat. Then he put a fresh log on the fire and sat beside her again. In a moment he heard her voice.