Roxy grinned at her. “He’s all right,” he said. “I guess he’s got somethin’ on his mind.”
Chrissie looked puzzled. “What?” she said. “How do you mean, somethin’ on his mind?”
Roxy scratched his head. “You know,” he said; “he’s worried about something.”
“Is that all?” She lost interest. “When are you taking me for a drive, Mister?”
Roxy said, “I can’t take you now. Maybe tomorrow. But not just now. What do you do with yourself all day?”
She stood looking longingly at the car. “Aw, not much,” she said. “I play… I like playing best.”
Roxy eyed her over. He thought it was tough for a fine-looking broad to be so simple. “Well, let’s play at somethin’, shall we?” He felt a little embarrassed, but he was sorry for her.
She looked at him as if making up her mind whether he’d be worth playing with. Then she nodded.
Dillon had made a circuit of the shack and was standing watching them. A curious gleam came into his eye.
“Take her down to the river,” he said. “Get her to swim.” He said out of the corner of his mouth, “Get her goin’. She might be worth lookin’ at.”