"He's as good as found," he protested. "You will see him in a day, two
days after you land."
The girl's eyes opened happily. She clasped her hands together and
raised them.
"You will try?" she begged. "You will find him for me"--she corrected
herself eagerly--"for me and the baby?"
The loose sleeves of the kimono fell back to her shoulders showing the
white arms; the eyes raised to Ford were glistening with tears.
"Of course I will find him," growled the reporter.
He freed himself from the appeal in the eyes of the young mother and
left the cabin. The doctor followed. He was bubbling over with
enthusiasm.
"That was fine!" he cried. "You said just the right thing. There will be
no collapse now."
His satisfaction was swept away in a burst of disgust.
"The blackguard!" he protested. "To desert a wife as young as that and
as pretty as that."
"So I have been thinking," said the reporter. "I guess," he added
gravely, "what is going to happen is that before I find her husband I
will have got to know him pretty well."
Apparently, young Mrs. Ashton believed everything would come to pass
just as Ford promised it would and as he chose to order it; for the next
day, with a color not born of fever in her cheeks and courage in her
eyes, she joined Ford and the doctor at the luncheon-table.
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