all the rest of you kidding too, and I'm a cripple for life! It's a good joke, isn't it? Why don't you all laugh? Go on out, girl, and order me a pair of crutches. Good ones. They'll have to last a long time."
Then he groaned and rolled over on his face.
He did not move for two hours. Once or twice Kay ventured to touch him, but he drew away as if she had burned him. At the end of that time, however, he reached out gropingly, and she took his hand and held it.
"I've just about wrecked you, girl," he said, his voice smothered in the pillow.
"Do you think it makes any difference to me, Tom? I've known all along."
When twilight came, as if he had not wanted her to see his face before, he turned over in the bed and drawing her down to him, held her close.
"I've given you a pretty raw deal," he said, "but if you'll only stick, girl, I'll pull out of this somehow."
"Just keep on loving me, Tom. I can bear anything else."
"We'll beat the game yet."
"Of course we will."
"Just you and me, against the lot of them, eh?"
"Just you and me, dear."
He slept little that night, and the next day his temperature was up. Kay came in to find him sitting up in the bed and staring morosely before him. He let her kiss him without response, and as soon as the nurse had gone out he turned to her somberly.
"I've been doing some thinking," he said. "The best thing you can do is to go back to your folks."
"Do you want me to go?"
"I can't support you. What's the use of fooling ourselves? They'll take you back. And you can tell them you are purer than the lily, that"
"Tom!"
"Well, it's God's truth," he said sullenly. "You go back where you can be comfortable; where you'll have enough to eat, anyhow." He avoided her eyes. "I'll have trouble enough keeping myself."
