"No, you were merely wrapped up in your own affairs. You see, I had been living my own life, and was fairly contented till you came; then everything changed. For a long time I hoped you might grow to love me as I loved you, but I found it was no use. When I saw you so honest and unselfish in your devotion to that other girl, I thought it was my chance to do something unselfish in my turn. It was hard--but I did my best. I think I must love you in the same way you love her, Boyd, for there is nothing in all the world I would not do to make you happy. That's all there is to the poor little story, and it won't make any difference now, except that you and I can't go on as we have done; I shall never have the courage to come back after this. You will win Miss Wayland yet, and attain your heart's desire. I am only sorry that I have made it harder for you--that I cannot help you any further. But I cannot. There is but one thing more I can do--" "I want no more sacrifice!" he cried, roughly. "I've been blind. I've taken too much from you already." The girl stood for a moment with her eyes turned toward the river. Then she said: "I must think. I--I want to go away. Good-bye." "Good-bye," he returned, and stood watching her as she hurried away, half suspecting the tears that were trembling amid her lashes. It was not until supper-time that Boyd saw "Fingerless" Fraser, and questioned him about his quest for an heiress. "Nothing doing in the heiress business," replied the adventurer. "I couldn't stand the exposure." "They were cold, eh?" "Yep! They weathered me out." "Did you really meet any of those people?" "Sure! I met 'em all, but I didn't catch their names. I 'made' one before I'd gone a mile--tall, slim party, with cracked ice in her voice." Boyd looked up quickly. "Did you introduce yourself?" "As Chancy De Benville, that's all. How is that for a drawing-room monaker? She fell for the name all right, but there must have been something phony about the clothes. That's the trouble with this park harness; if I'd wore my 'soup and fish' and my two-gallon hat, I'd have passed for a gentleman sure. I'm strong for those evening togs. I see another one later; a little Maduro colored skirt with a fat nose." "Miss Berry." "I'm glad to meet her. I officed her out of a rowboat and told her I was Mr. Yonkers of New York. We was breezing along on the bit till Clyde broke it up. He called me Fraser, and it was cold in a minute. Fraser is a cheap name, anyhow; I'm sorry I took it." "Do you mean to say it isn't your real name?" asked his companion, in genuine bewilderment. "Naw! Switzer is what I was born with. Say it slow and it sounds like an air brake, don't it? I never won a bet as long as I packed it around, and Fraser hasn't got it beat by more than a lip." "Well!" Boyd breathed deeply. "You are the limit." "Speaking of clothes, I notice you are dressed up like a fruit salad. What is it? The yacht!" "Yes."