All at once she broke through the scene; her voice did not rise or harden, but it was filled with finality, as though she were weary of the interview.
"I'm tired out; it's been a hard ride, Jack. You go home now and look me up again any time tomorrow."
"I—Lou—I feel mighty bad about having you up here in this infernal tent, when the camp is full, and—":
"You can't lie across the entrance to my tent and guard me, Jack. Besides, I don't need you for that. The man who's with me will protect me."
"He doesn't look capable of protecting a cat!"
"My father said that in any circumstances he would be able to take care of me."
This reply seemed to overwhelm Landis.
"The colonel trusts him as far as all that?" he muttered. "Then I suppose you're safe enough. But what about comfort, Lou?"
"I've done without comfort all my life. Run along, Jack. And take this money with you. I can't have it."
"But, didn't the colonel send—"