But she knew why he was
there, and gratitude welled up in her heart. Not a young woman
who gave way to every impulse, she yielded to one now, and shook
hands with him. Their eyes met for a moment and he knew she was
thanking him.
An eye derisive witnessed the handshake. "An alliance against the
teeth of the wolf, I'll bet. Good mo'ning, Miss Mackenzie,"
drawled Leroy.
"Good morning," she answered quietly, her hands behind her.
"Sleep well?"
"Would you expect me to?"
"Why not, with York here doing the virgin-knight act outside your
door?"
Her puzzled eyes discovered that Neil's face was one blush of
embarrassment.
"He slept here on the po'ch," explained Leroy, amused. "It's a
great fad, this outdoor sleeping. The doctors recommend it strong
for sick people. You wouldn't think to look at him York was sick.
He looks plumb husky. But looks are right deceptive. It's a fact,
Miss Mackenzie, that he was so sick last night I wasn't dead sure
he'd live till mo'ning."
The eyes of the men met like rapiers. Neil said nothing, and
Leroy dropped him from his mind as if he were a trifle and
devoted his attention to Alice.
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