Whispering Smith
it all is!” she smiled. “And this is where you stay?”
“When it rains,” answered McCloud. “Let me have your hat, too.”
“My hair is a sight, I know. We rode over rocks and up gullies into the brush”
“And through lakes—oh, I know! I can’t conceive how you ever got here at all. Your hair is all right. This is camp, anyway. But if you want a glass you can have one. Knisely is a great swell; he’s just from school, and has no end of things. I’ll rob his bag.”
“Don’t disturb Mr. Knisely’s bag for the world!”
“But you are not taking off your hat. You seem to have something on your mind.”
“Help me to get it off my mind, will you, please?”
“If you will let me.”
“Tell me how to thank you for your generosity. I came all the way over here to-night to ask you for just the help you have offered, and I could not—it stuck in my throat. But that wasn’t what was on my mind. Tell me what you thought when I acted so dreadfully at Marion’s.”
“I didn’t deserve anything better after placing myself in such a fool position. Why don’t you ask me what I thought the day you acted so beautifully
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