She was so calm about it that he grew a little angry; she would not look up from the cleaning of the gun.
"That's the devil of it; I couldn't stay away. I had to come back to you."
She restored the gun to her holster and looked steadily at him; he felt a certain shock in countering her glance.
"Because I thought you might be lonely, Sally."
"I was."
It was strange to see how little fencing there was between them. They were like men, long tried in friendship and working together on a great problem full of significance to both.
"Do you know what I kept sayin' to myself when I found you was gone?"
"Well?"
"Todo es perdo; todo es perdo!"
She had said it so often to herself that now some of the original emotion crept into her voice. His arm went out; they shook hands across their breakfast pans.