He grinned, and lighted a fresh cigarette.
She tossed him an alluring look.
“And nothing can induce you to tell me the location of the camp?” she implored.
He smoked, a bit, in silence. Should he or should he not?...
“No!—not now!” he said, slowly. “Let us try the bond matter, first. If he sells, I think he will return; if not, I’ll then consider telling.”
“You’re a good fellow, Colin, dear!” she whispered, leaning over and giving his hand an affectionate little pat. “You’re so nice and comfortable to have around—you never misunderstand, nor draw inferences that you shouldn’t.”
“Which means, I’m not to draw inferences now?” he said.
“Nor at any other time,” she remarked.
“And the reward?”
“Will be forthcoming,” with an alluring smile.