Thorne felt that he had been favored with a hint.
"You haven't heard from him?"
"He hasn't sent a line; it wouldn't have been safe. It's kind of wearing, Mavy."
"I'm sorry," sympathized Thorne. "But it's most unlikely that the troopers will get him."
Lucy, without answering this, went out, and when they reached the binder Thorne turned to her with a smile.
"Lucy," he said, "I don't quite understand yet what possessed you a little while ago."
"Did you never feel so worried that it was kind of soothing to do something mad?"
"I'm afraid I have once or twice," Thorne confessed. "On the other hand, my experience wouldn't justify me in advising other people to indulge in outbreaks of the kind. Suppose I'd been—we'll say equal to the occasion?"
Lucy laughed, but there was a snap in her eyes.
"Then," she retorted, "it's a sure thing you would never have tried to be equal to it again. Anyway, I didn't feel anxious about you. You looked real amusing, Mavy."