"Yes?"
"I was not thinking of myself! I was concerned about you!"
"Me?—personally?"
"Of course! You say you have me on your mind. Do you think I am devoid of human feeling?"
"Were you—really—thinking about me?" he repeated slowly. "That was very nice of you.... I didn't quite understand.... I'll be careful with the dynamite."
"Perhaps I'd better go with you," she suggested irresolutely.
"Why?"
"I could hold a green umbrella over you while you are digging holes. You yourself say that the sun is dangerous."
"My sun-helmet makes it all right," he said, deeply touched.[308]
"You won't take it off, will you?"