Kitty Glanced at the Hard-Featured Man
The young man reached down and seized her hand eagerly. “Not Whit himself,” he said eagerly, “but his best buddy.”
“Oh, this is a break!” exclaimed Kitty. “I never dreamed I’d find someone so soon who knows Mr. Tradd.”
“Then you do know Whit and Uncle Mose and Terrapin Island?” The soldier spoke hurriedly, fearing the train might pull out at any moment.
“Uncle Mose and Terrapin Island, but not your Whit,” Kitty replied. “Where’s he—Whit?”
“Still in the South Pacific. I’d be there, too, but for a cracked ankle,” he added ruefully.
Kitty’s face showed her disappointment.
“But he told me if I ever got to Carolina I was to try to find out how Uncle Mose is faring.”