“Yes,” he said concurrently.
“Of course, we can’t get a real doctor, but—”
“We can try,” said a voice.
She looked up startled, and in the last dying glow of the fire she saw the stolid face of Tom Slade. It was the first time she had seen him since her mother’s mishap and their visit at camp, though she knew from Roy of his tracking feat and recovery of her pin. She knew too of his night in the lock-up, but no knowledge of his father’s connection with the affair had come to her.
“I meant—I was coming to thank you—Tom; truly, I was——”
But Tom had turned away and presently she saw an agile figure spring after him.
“Are you going to try for it, Tom?” said Roy. “It’s after one o’clock.”
“He sometimes stays there till two—he told me—he’ll be there.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I want him to be.” “Mary thinks you snubbed her, Tom; why didn’t you speak to her?”