“Why did you run away from me yesterday evening, Norah?”
“I was frightened.”
“Of what?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I certainly don’t know what caused you to run away.”
Morrison knew that, innocent though Norah was, some subtle instinct warned her the night before to hurry off to the safety of the shed.
“I would like to know why you did it, why you ran away, I mean?” he asked, knowing in his own heart that, if she understood, she had good reason to be afraid. “Does the girl understand?” he pondered. He had heard them talk of most things in Micky’s Jim’s squad, but perhaps the girl paid no heed to the talk.
“Are you coming back next year?” he enquired.
“It’s more nor likely.”
“Do you care for the life in the squad?”