"I remember."
"Do—you know where he is—now?"
"No. Do you?"
The head upon the strong, young arm moved restlessly.
"Yes—I know—and I'm—going to tell you! It's the biggest joke I ever knew. Just to think—that you don't know, and he doesn't know, and—and I do!"
A rattling, husky laugh shook the thin form dangerously. Every instinct of the nurse rose in alarm and defence.
"You must not talk any more, Jerry-Jo. Lie still. Come, let us think of the In-Place."
Priscilla slipped her arm from under the dark head, and took the wandering hands in hers. Her random words had power to hold and chain the weak mind.
"I'm going to tell you—where he is—but we'll go back to the In-Place. I want to tell you there, and—he'll come and find you. I'd like to do you both a good turn—for what you've done for me."
Then, after a pause and a gasping breath: