“I’ll just take a bite and then run back to my patient,” she said. “You can bring the blanket when you come. It’s heavy for a three-mile tramp.... What are you looking thoughtful and sober about, Ban? Do you disapprove of my escapade?”
“That’s a foolish question.”
“It’s meant to be. And it’s meant to make you smile. Why don’t you? You are worried. ‘Fess up. What’s happened?”
“I’ve had a letter from the reporter in Angelica City.”
“Oh! Did he send your article?”
“He did. But that isn’t the point. He says he’s coming up here again.”
“What for?”
“You.”
“Does he know I’m here? Did he mention my name?”
“No. But he’s had some information that probably points to you.”