"May I speak to Mr Davidson?" she said in a choking voice.
The missionary rose and went towards her.
"Come right in, Miss Thompson," he said in cordial tones. "What can I do for you?"
She entered the room.
"Say, I'm sorry for what I said to you the other day an' for—for everythin' else. I guess I was a bit lit up. I beg pardon."
"Oh, it was nothing. I guess my back's broad enough to bear a few hard words."
She stepped towards him with a movement that was horribly cringing.
"You've got me beat. I'm all in. You won't make me go back to 'Frisco?"
His genial manner vanished and his voice grew on a sudden hard and stern.
"Why don't you want to go back there?"