mind you. Me. His captain. You heard him?”
“That’s nothing,” she said in dismissal. “You’re only his captain.
He told me to shut up, too, and i’m his fiancee. We’re getting married
next month.”
“His fiancee? getting getting married next month?” in spite of
the pain captain bullen propped himself up on one elbow, stared
uncomprehendingly at each one of us in turn, then lay back heavily on
his stretcher. “Well, i’ll be damned! this is the first i’ve heard of
this.”
“It’s the first mr. carter has heard of it, too,” she admitted.
“But he’s hearing it now.