“Well,” said Jim, looking at his watch, “by starting now I can catch the early train to Chicago. Be careful, West; there's no hurry. I'll wire you in the morning if there is anything important. Miss Porter, may I ask you to see that the steward takes care of Mr. West? I'll send a doctor out. I'm sorry to trouble you--there's no one else.” Katherine inclined her head. And then she realized that Harvey and she were alone. “Won't you draw up a chair?” said Harvey. “I want to talk to you. I'm glad you're here. It's an awful bore to be alone when you're this way.” His attempt at an easy manner gave Katherine a sense of relief. She sat beside him. “I'm sorry you are hurt. How did it happen?” “I think I fell off a fence. Wonder if I lost my handkerchief?” He thrust his hand into his pocket, and drew out a revolver, clasping it by the barrel. “That's funny. I don't remember--oh, yes.” He stuffed it back into his pocket. “What is it? Tell me about it.” Harvey looked thoughtfully at her. It occurred to him that to let her know of McNally's actions, which presumably were instigated by Porter himself, would be bringing matters too close home. “No,” he replied, “it's rather a disagreeable story. If you were a good nurse you would try to make me forget it. I'm glad you are here--very glad. How did you happen to come?” “I often drive out. It is growing dark. I must think about getting back.” “No,” said Harvey, quickly, “don't go. I don't want you to go. I want to talk to you.” His voice dropped as he spoke, and both suddenly became conscious of a change that had come over them, between them. Katherine sat still, turning her head toward the window, and though she could not see him she knew that Harvey was looking at her. The room was darker now. “Have you thought how odd this is,” Harvey went on, “this conversation? We are talking just as though nothing had happened, just as though we were the same people who--who bought things at Field's; but we aren't. There's no use in thinking we are.” He paused to raise himself on his elbow. “Do you know it is just twelve days since we were here?” Katherine laughed a little. “You have counted them?” “Yes. Last night when I was coming down on the special I thought about it--you know it seems longer, it seems a year ago. You remember we talked about the M. & T. And the next day when you drove me to the station--do you remember? I've wondered since then, a good many times, what you meant, whether you really wanted to see us win.” She started to speak, but he broke in: “If I dared think so--” “You think I am weak.” “No, if you really want to know what I think--I think you are the strongest girl I ever knew. Katherine,”--he reached impulsively for her hand, but she drew it away,--“I think you are--well, I might as well say it, you probably know it anyhow. I love you. I--I don't know that there is anything else to say.”