Plank turned red with surprise and embarrassment, stammering out something incoherent.
That was all that was said about the victory. Siward, unusually gay for awhile, presently turned sombre; and it was Plank's turn to lift him out of it by careless remarks about his rapid convalescence, and the chance for vacation he so much needed.
Once Siward looked up vacantly: “Where am I to go?” he asked. “I'd as soon stay here.”
“But I'm going,” insisted Plank. “The Fells is all ready for us.”
“The Fells! I can't go there!”
“W-what?” faltered Plank, looking at Siward with hurt eyes.
“Can't you—don't you understand?” said Siward in a low voice.
“No. You once promised—”
“Plank, I'll go anywhere except there with you. I'd rather be with you than with anybody. Can I say more than that?”
“I think you ought to, Siward. A—a fellow feels the refusal of his offered roof-tree.”