He moved closer to her. A wale of light fell across his face. He was short and fair with a winsome, laughing mouth, and candid eyes. Drooping her chin Pat studied him covertly and decided that he was a winner. She herself was in the shadow; he could see little but contour. But the rich hoarseness of the voice pleased him.
"I'm glad I found you," he murmured.
Thrilling to his tone, all that she could find to say was:
"Don't speak so loud."
Naturally he took this as an invitation, and, moving still closer, felt for her hand in the darkness. Her fingers twined willingly within his. Instead of alarming her, his touch gave her confidence.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked.
"Cooling off. The family brew's got quite a kick in it."
"Has it? Get me some."
"You're too young."
"Don't be hateful."