HE’D NEVER GONE AS far as the bridge before, not having wanted to look as if he might be leaving the city. The approach was a jungle of concrete with an underbrush of reinforcing-steel that reached for the unwary with rusted spines. Frequently they had to balance on cracked girders, and inch over roadless spots high off the ground.
Here Ida took the lead. When they got to where three approach roads made a clover-leaf, she led him down a side road and into a forest.
Roddie stopped, and seized her arm.
“What are you trying to do?” he demanded.
“I’m taking you with me,” Ida said firmly. “Taking you where you belong!”
“No!” he blurted, drawing his hammer. “I can’t go, nor let you go. I belong here!”
Ida gasped, twisted loose, and ran. Roddie ran after her.
She wasn’t so easily caught. L
