“Get into the game, somehow—will you? You can do that much for me, anyhow. If you will I’ll call it square—of you.”
When he had gone, his handsome, eager face laughing back at them from the rear platform of his train, Robert Black found himself following Cary with an involuntary “God bless and keep you safe, Cary Ray!” the more fervent that it was unuttered. Suddenly his heart was very anxious for this audacious and lovable fellow. How would he come through? Yet it was not of Cary’s life that he was thinking.
Determinedly he took his place beside Jane. The party had dismissed their taxicab, now that the rush for the train was over, and were walking back. It was no time to allow circumstances or other people to come between them.
“Oh, how I wish,” breathed Jane, “that I could go this very night. I want so much to get away before—you do.”
“And I’m wanting to go before you! If you go first I shall see you off. If I go first, will you do the same for me?”
“Your whole church will be there.”
“Not if I can help it. But even if they are, it will make no difference. I shall want to look last at—you.”
“Did you think,” admitted Jane, smiling, “that I could possibly stay away?”
CHAPTER XVI
THE ALTAR OF HIS PURPOSE
“I THINK maybe—it’s come, Mr. Black.”