"And now," said Miss Pat, "I must go back. Helen went to her room to
write some letters against a time when it may be possible to
communicate with our friends, and I took the opportunity to call on
you. It might be as well, Mr. Donovan, not to mention my visit."
I walked beside Miss Pat to the gate, where she dismissed me, remarking
that she would be quite ready for a ride in the launch at five o'clock.
The morning had added a few new-colored threads to the tangled skein I
was accumulating, but I felt that with the chess story explained I
could safely eliminate the supernatural; and I was relieved to find
that no matter what other odd elements I had to reckon with, a girl who
could be in two places at the same time was not among them.
Holbrook had not impressed me disagreeably; he had treated me rather
decently, all things considered. The fact that he had enemies who were
trying to kill him added zest to the whole adventure upon which my
clerical friend Stoddard had launched me. The Italian sailor was a
long way from tide-water, and who his employer was--the person who had
hung aloof so conservatively during my scramble on the deck of the
house-boat--remained to be seen. From every standpoint the Holbrook
incident promised well, and I was glad to find that human beings were
still capable of interesting me so much.
CHAPTER VII
A BROKEN OAR
We are in love's land to-day;
Where shall we go?
Love, shall we start or stay,
Or sail or row?
There's many a wind and way,
And never a May but May;
We are in love's hand to-day;
Where shall we go?
--_Swinburne_.
The white clouds of the later afternoon cruised dreamily between green
wood and blue sky. I brought the launch to St. Agatha's landing and
embarked the two exiles without incident. We set forth in good
spirits, Ijima at the engine and I at the wheel. The launch was
comfortably large, and the bright cushions, with Miss Pat's white
parasol and Helen's red one, marked us with the accent of Venice. I
drove the boat toward the open to guard against unfortunate encounters,
and the course once established I had little care but to give a wide
berth to all the other craft afloat. Helen exclaimed repeatedly upon
the beauty of the lake, which the west wind rippled into many
variations of color. I was flattered by her friendliness; and yielded
myself to the joy of the day, agreeably thrilled--I confess as much--by
her dark loveliness as she turned from time to time to speak to me.
Snowy sails stood forth upon the water like listless clouds; paddles
flashed as they rose dripping and caught the sun; and the lake's wooded
margins gave green horizons, cool and soothing to the eye, on every
hand. One of the lake steamers on its incessant journeys created a
little sea for us, but without disturbing my passengers.
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