Plank considered for a moment, then: “You are not trying, Siward.”
“I have been trying since—since March.”
“Since March?”
“Yes.”
Plank looked at him curiously: “What happened in March?”
“Had I better tell you?”
“You know better than I.”
Siward, cheek crushed against his fist, his elbow on the desk, gazed at him steadily:
“In March,” he said, “Miss Landis spoke to me. I've made a better fight since.”
Plank's serious face darkened. “Is she the only anchor you have?”