That would---" "Impossible! Joe wouldn't let him!" she cried
indignantly.
"Perhaps Joe couldn't help himself. Such things happen. At any rate,
you'll understand, the despised enemy could have---"
"Mr. Windomshire is not a despised enemy. He's a VERY nice man, Mr.
Derby," she interrupted.
"Certainly, Miss Thursdale. What I meant to say was, that he was
morally sure of preventing the wedding if he could only keep you far
enough apart. Now that is probably what he has done. You can't marry
Joe in Omegon or anywhere else unless he is there and not in Fenlock."
"I see. Well, I'll go back to Fenlock!" she exclaimed emphatically, a
little line of determination and stubbornness settling about the
erstwhile trembling lips.
"I admire your loyalty," he said warmly. "Just at present, however, we
are water-bound here, and we've got to make the best of it. I fancy
Joe will telegraph before long."
"If--if he hasn't been hurt. Oh, Mr. Derby, they may have fought. It
would be just like them. It may be dreadfully serious. You don't know
as much about men as I do. They're terribly---"
"Please don't worry, Miss Thursdale," he said, smiling in recollection
of his football days.
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