"I am—a regular Titan. Yes, we'll fight this thing through somehow; only I have to warn you it'll likely be a fight. I'll go to the hospital."
"No!" It was a cry.
"No? Better think about that. Hospital's the best place for such cases."
"It can't be better than home—when it's like ours. We'll fight our fight there, Red—and nowhere else."
He put one hand to his arm suddenly with an involuntary movement and a contraction of the brow. But in the next breath he was smiling again. "Perhaps we'd better be getting back," he admitted. "My head's beginning to be a trifle unsteady. But, I'm glad a thousand times we've had this day."
"Was it wise to take it, dear?"
"I'm sure of it. What difference could it make? Now we've had it—to remember."
She shivered, there in the warm October sunlight. A chill seemed suddenly to have come into the air, and to have struck her heart.
No more words passed between them until they were almost home. Then Ellen said, very quietly: "Red, would you be any safer in the hospital than at home?"
"Not safer, but where it would be easier for all concerned, in case things get rather thick."