"I'm thinking of myself!" he told her grimly then.
"And--don't you ever--think of me ?" She set her teeth sharply together after the words were out, and watched him, breathing quickly.
Ford sprang up from the bunk and faced her with stern questioning in his eyes, but she only flushed a little under his scrutiny.

Her eyes, he noticed, were clear and steady, and they had in them something of that courage which fears but will not flinch.
"I don't want to think of you!" he said, lowering his voice unconsciously.

"For the last month I've tried mighty hard not to think of you.

And if you want to know why--I'm married!" She leaned back against the door and stared up at him with widening pupils.

Ford looked down and struck the jug with his toe.