“Roche was drunk, and I had to leave him at Manistee.”
“You didn't come down shorthanded, did you, Dick,—in that storm?”
He nodded.
“But how? You couldn't have got much sleep.”
“I didn't get any till this noon.”
“Now, that's just like you, Dick, always running risks when you don't have to.”
“But I did have to.”
“I don't see why.”
“What day's to-day?”
A mischievous light came into her eyes, but her face was demure. “Wednesday,” she replied.