“Set your mind at rest,” he said, “I've got Percy tied up in this, and everybody knows it. There's no way they could kill me without the whole story's coming out—and so I'm as safe as I would be in my bed at home!”
SECTION 22.
Hal was still possessed by his idea that Jessie must be taught—she must have knowledge forced upon her, whether she would or no. The train would not start for a couple of hours, and he tried to think of some use he could make of that precious interval. He recalled that Rosa Minetti had returned to her cabin to attend to her baby. A sudden vision came to him of Jessie in that little home. Rosa was sweet and good, and assuredly Little Jerry was a “winner.”
“Sweetheart,” he said, “I wish you'd come for a walk with me.”
“But it's raining, Hal!”
“It won't hurt you to spoil one dress; you have plenty.”
“I'm not thinking of that—”
“I wish you'd come.”
“I don't feel comfortable about it, Hal. I'm here as Percy's guest, and he mightn't like—”
“I'll ask him if he objects to your taking a stroll,” he suggested, with pretended gravity.