CHAPTER XIII
Ruth awakened to the sound of grinding brakes and opened her eyes to look into the eyes of Terry, which seemed very near as he bent over her. Her muscles were horribly cramped. She did not fully remember until he spoke.
“We’ll be on our way in less than an hour, and if you want some coffee you’d better hurry. The train was only prepared for one meal, but there is some coffee and perhaps a piece of toast, if we get there before the hungry mob has finished it,” he said.
“You gave me your coat,” she said, looking down at the garment that was wrapped about her. “You shouldn’t have done that; I had my own, and you must have frozen.”
“Not at all; I’ve slept beautifully. Did it keep you warm?”
“Yes, but—”
“That’s all that counts; come on and get some coffee.”
“Can’t I even wait to wash my face, or shall I wash it afterward, cat fashion?”
“If it’s really necessary, you may; but you look remarkably clean and fresh considering—a few grains of dust, perhaps—”
He looked at her with his head on one side, smiling.