“Shouldn’t do it,” he answered. “But say—I like your voice. Sounds lively. Full o’ spirit, which young folks’ voices is generally too tired nowadays to suit me. Sure, I’m coming. Fresh air never hurt nobody.”
Leslie Beaton turned to Swan. “Doctor—you don’t mind a little game, as I recall.”
“Well, really—I think I’d better stay here,” Swan replied. But his eyes had brightened.
“Nonsense—we won’t go without you,” the girl said, while Don Holt stared at her in amazement.
“Oh—in that case—” Swan stood up at once.
Dinsdale felt he should stay at the Tavern—a guest is a sort of responsibility, he explained, and there was no one about to take his place in the office. He offered his car for the trip, along with certain vague suggestions of the “So you’re going to Truckee” order.
But Truckee,
