“Oh, I do care—you know I do! It’s next best thing to finding Tommy, having you here!”
“Thanks, Nancy. Thanks a lot—a fellow gets to feeling awful sorry for himself when he’s sick out here alone. Now it looks as if I’ve got something to get well for.”
“But you won’t get well unless you obey my orders and go to sleep,” she said with playful severity, as she pulled the sheet up around his damp chest and tucked him in. He caught her hand again and pressed it to his lips before she turned away.
There were a thousand questions she wanted to ask, but she dared not tax his frail strength further tonight. Tomorrow, after he had slept, she would ask him more about Tommy’s last flight.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
BRUCE’S REPORT
During her off hours next day Nancy went back to see Bruce. She found him propped up, having his lunch.
“How much better you look!” she said.
He smiled at her brightly. “You gave me a new lease on life last night.”
She laughed, and suddenly he glanced up from his bowl of soup with an expression of appraisal. “Say, but you’re pretty!” he said after his inspection. “Much prettier than those pictures Tommy had.”