Jim laughed.
“For better or worse—`until Death do us part'—that's what you said, Kid, and you meant it, too, didn't you?”
He seized both of her arms, held them firmly and gazed into her eyes with steady, stern inquiry.
She looked up with uneasy surprise.
“Of course—I meant it,” she answered slowly.
He held her arms gripped close and said:
“Well—we'll see!”
His hands relaxed, and he turned away, rubbing his square chin thoughtfully.
She watched him in growing amazement. What could be the mystery back of this new twist of his elusive mind?
He laid his hand on the black bag again, smiled, and turned and faced her with expanding good humor.