“A lot! All of them!”
She smiled again at this outburst; said, “We can visit afterward, anyhow,” and moved away.
On the other side of the deck she found the Manila Kid leaning in a doorway, moodily chewing a match. His listless eyes at once sought her wrist.
“You're not wearing it,” he muttered.
“You know why, Jim.”
“Sure! Young Kane.”
“Oh, Jim, where are your brains? Don't try to tell me that Tex hasn't seen that watch.... Well, do you want him to know there's something between us—just now—”
“I don't know's I—”
Her pale cool eyes swept the deck. Then she leaned beside him; opened her book, then looked out over it at the shipping and the dimpling river beyond; smiled in her easy way. “Jim, why didn't you tell me that Tex has started this thing without me?”
“I've been watching for a chance to.”