"How could you?" she protested.
"I was thinking all the while that you were acting as I'd have acted if anything threatened my father."
"Were you thinking of that?"
"Yes, — and also how to get hold of you before you shot me." He began to laugh.
After a moment she turned her head to look at him, and her smile glimmered, responsive to his amusement. But she shivered slightly, too.
"How about that egg?" he inquired.
"I can get up——"
"Better keep off your feet. What is there in the pantry? You must be starved."
"I could eat a little before supper time," she admitted. "I forgot to take my lunch with me this morning. It is still there in the pantry on the bread box, wrapped up in brown paper, just as I left it——"
She half rose in bed, supported on one arm, her curly brown-gold hair framing her face: