Why do you ask?
Have you had any news of him yourself ?" he added, studying her face for some solution of her strange attitude.
She sank back on the cushions.

"No, he never writes to me." Then, as if some new train of thought had forced its way into her mind, she exclaimed suddenly: "What mountains ?" "Some range back of Rio, if I remember rightly.

He said he--" "Rio! But there is yellow fever at Rio!" she cried, with a start as she sat erect in her seat, the pupils of her eyes grown to twice their size.
"Father lost half of one of his crews at Rio.

He heard so to-day.

It would be dreadful for--for--his mother--if anything should happen to him." Again St.George scrutinized her face, trying to probe deep down in her heart.