"So am I."
She made no answer.
"Were you asleep when I came?"
"No, I was thinking."
A sound of anguish came from the tent, and Susan set her teeth on her underlip stiffening. He looked in its direction, then back at her.
"What's the matter there?" he asked.
"A child is being born."
He made no comment, swept the background of tents and wagon roofs with an investigating eye that finally came to a stop on the sleeping children.
"Are these yours?"
"No, they belong to the woman who is sick."