“Not over three days.”
“That is, three days and two nights.”
“Yes.”
“And if the ground is very rough, and there are swamps, and divers things, it might be longer still.”
“Hardly likely.”
“And what am I to do while you are gone?”
“Oh, just wait.”
She moved away and stood facing him.
“Yes, that is like a man. Just wait! Just wait and worry. Just watch by day and lie awake at night. Just be sick with anxiety for four or five days. You would find me dead when you returned. Why should not I go with you?”
He seemed surprised. Into the ever-cheerful face came a look of anxiety. “I am afraid it would be a hard tramp for you, Angel Cook. And there would be twice as much luggage to carry, and we should be a longer time away.”