Nash strode back to lean into the car. Behind his huge goggles his eyes gleamed. His gloved hand closed hard on her arm.
"It is sudden. It's got to be sudden," he said, in fierce undertone. "You must trust me."
"I will. But you must confide in me," she replied, earnestly. "I'm not quite a fool. You're rushing me—too—too—"
Suddenly he released her, threw up his hand, then quickly stepped back to the front of the car. Jake stood in the door of the hotel. He had seen that action of Nash's. Then Anderson appeared, followed by a boy carrying a glass of water for Lenore. They approached the car, Jake sauntering last, with his curious gaze on Nash.
"Go in an' get a bite an' a drink," said Anderson to the driver. "An' hurry."
Nash obeyed. Jake's eyes never left him until he entered the door. Then Jake stepped in beside Lenore.
"Thet water's wet, anyhow," he drawled.
"We'll get a good cold drink at Dorn's," said Anderson. "Lass, how are you makin' it?"
"Fine," she replied, smiling.
"So I seen," significantly added Jake, with a piercing glance at her.