Brandon of the Engineers

"I must try to explain," Dick said slowly. "When I recovered my senses at

your house after being ill, I felt I must get away as soon as possible,

though I ought to have remembered only that you had taken care of me.

Still, you see, my mind was weak just then. Afterwards I realized how

ungratefully I had behaved. The plans didn't matter; they weren't really

of much importance, and I knew if you had taken them, it was because you

were forced. That made all the difference; in a way, you were not to

blame. I'm afraid," he concluded lamely, "I haven't made it very clear."

Clare was moved by his naïve honesty, which seemed to be guarded by

something finer than common sense. After all, he had made things clear.

He owned that he believed she had taken the plans, and yet he did not

think her a thief. On the surface, this was rather involved, but she saw

what he meant. Still, it did not carry them very far.

"It is not long since you warned Mr. Fuller against us," she resumed.

"Not against you; that would have been absurd. However, Jake's something

of a gambler and your father's friends play for high stakes. The lad was

put in my hands by people who trusted me to look after him. I had to

justify their confidence."

"Of course. But you must understand that my father and I stand together.

What touches him, touches me."

Dick glanced ahead. The lights of Santa Brigida had drawn out in a broken

line, and those near the beach were large and bright. A hundred yards

away, two twinkling, yellow tracks stretched across the water from the

shadowy bulk of a big cargo boat. Farther on, he could see the black end

of the mole washed by frothy surf. There was little time for further talk

and no excuse for stopping the launch.

"That's true in a sense," he agreed with forced quietness. "I've done you

an injustice, Miss Kenwardine; so much is obvious, but I can't understand

the rest just yet. I suppose I mustn't ask you to forget the line I

took?"

"We can't be friends as if nothing had happened."

Dick made a gesture of moody acquiescence. "Well, perhaps something will

clear up the matter by and by. I must wait, because while it's difficult

now, I feel it will come right."

A minute or two later he ran the launch alongside a flight of steps on

the mole, and helping Clare to land went with her to her house. They said

nothing on the way, but she gave him her hand when he left her at the

door.