In the morning Larry was again his old, cool, easy, reckless self, and had apparently forgotten Neale’s sharp words. Neale, however, felt a change in himself. This was the first morning for a long time that he had not hated the coming of daylight.
When he and Larry went out the sun was high. For Neale there seemed something more than sunshine in the air. At sight of Campbell, waiting in the same place in which they had encountered him yesterday, Neale’s pulses quickened.
Campbell greeted them with a bright smile. “I’m back,” he said.
“So I see,” replied Neale, constrainedly.
“I’ve a message for you from the chief,” announced Campbell.
“The chief!” exclaimed Neale.
Larry edged closer to them, with the characteristic hitch at his belt, and his eyes flashed.
“He asks as a personal favor that you come out to see him,” replied Campbell.
Neale flushed. “General Lodge asks that!” he echoed. There was a slow heat stirring all through him.
“Yes. Will you go?”