“Lord!”
“I came away from him only half an hour ago. He may last through the night, but I doubt it. Anyhow, if he lives or dies, we’re devilish pressed for time. I’m beginning to think we’ll have to work at night, too.”
“At night?”
“There’s a full moon. Here she comes now.” Swan looked at the full moon, which, as the darkness increased, grew in radiance.
Pilchard breathed more smoke through his nose, then said with a sigh: “That’s hard luck, Swan. I’m sorry.”
“Hey?”
“And yet it’s a lucky thing that you’re as strong as you are. It’s a lucky thing you haven’t got the responsibilities at home that I have.”
“I don’t see what you mean.”
“Why, you know I’m engaged! I’m as good as married. That poor girl’s got everything ready for the wedding. You met her that day last year you came up to Maine before we left New York.”
“Yes, I met her.”