"No," he answered, making room for her at the railing by his side. "I

had missed you, of course, but I thought you were resting."

"Resting, indeed! I have been quite busy. Where do they mean to put

the second contrivance?"

"About there," he said, indicating a point on the surface of the bay

eastward of the canoe. His right arm was extended, and he placed his

left hand on her shoulder. Courtenay, hailing Walker, saw the two

leaning over the rails in that attitude. Perhaps one of the two hoped

that Courtenay would see them. Elsie, as part of her punishment, did

not shrink away, though the touch of Christobal's hand made her flesh

creep. But Joey, whose mind was singularly free from complexities,

leaped up at her. He wanted Elsie to tell him what Courtenay was doing

out there, so far away from the ship. She stooped and picked him up.

Christobal had no excuse for a second caress.

"Bark, Joey," she whispered, "bark and call your master. If anything

happens to him, you and I shall never see England again. And I am

longing for home to-day."




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