"If she has been sick--or--anything like that--" "Yes, we've got to get back with our furs," helped Wabi, a tremor of tenderness in his own voice.

"And if you don't mind, Rod, I might take a little run down to Detroit with you.

Do you suppose she would care ?" "Care!" shouted Rod, bringing his free hand down upon Wabi's arm with a force that hurt.

"Care! Why, she thinks as much of you as she does of me, Wabi! She'd be tickled to death! Do you mean it ?" Wabi's bronzed face flushed a deeper red at his friend's enthusiasm.
"I won't promise--for sure," he said.

"But I'd like to see her--almost as much as you, I guess.