“Then why not do it? Get him off your back? Or is he trying to rob you?”
“If he tried that I’d break his neck,” she said coldly. “It’s just that I’m not interested. I’ve got all the money I need and all I want is the freedom to enjoy it as I wish. Satisfied?”
He wasn’t but knew better than to argue. A strange person, he decided. Wilful. And a little crazy too. How could anyone with all that money be content to wander around doing all the things she had? This tent, for example. It stank of primitiveness and he’d bet it had vermin in the cracks of the supports. Insects and maybe other things which would come out at night and scuttle around. No wonder she had a doctobox! Who could tell what foul disease a person might collect in such a place?
Well, he would rescue her no matter what. Not a
