Again he asked
himself when and how he could bear to tell her? Not now. Certainly
not now when she was trembling under his caresses.
"I've been busy, too," she was saying. "I sent Juan to the village
to learn the news, and it's not very nice. It's good we stopped
here. He says Nuevo Pueblo has been destroyed, and the Federal
forces are all moving south, away from the border. So our troubles
aren't over yet. We must reach the river tonight."
"Yes, by all means."
"Juan is going with us as guide."
"You arranged everything while I snoozed, eh? I'm ashamed of
myself."
Alaire nodded, then pretended to frown darkly. "You ought to be,"
she told him. "While you were asleep I read your mail and--"
"My mail?" Dave was puzzled.
"Exactly. Have you forgotten that your pockets were full of
unopened letters?"
"Oh, those! They came just as I was leaving Jonesville, and I
haven't thought of them since. You know, I haven't had my clothes
off."
"I'm going to read all your love letters," she told him,
threateningly.
"Yes, and you're going to write all of them, too," he laughed.
But she shook a warning finger in his face. "I told you I'm a
jealous person.
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