"He worried," said the girl, and her voice was as even as ever. "He worried, and sent me to find out if anything is wrong."
Then: "Nonsense! What is there to worry about? Lou, I'm half inclined to think that the colonel doesn't trust me!"
She did not answer. Was she reading beneath the boisterous assurance of Landis?
"One thing is clear to me—and to you, too, I hope. The first thing is to send you back in a hurry."
Still no answer.
"Lou, do you distrust me?"
At length she managed to speak, but it was with some difficulty: "There is another reason for sending me."
"Tell me."
"Can't you guess, Jack?"
"I'm not a mind reader."