They were grasping the
real situation--groping for it, perhaps, but with a clear-sightedness
and acumen which urged that a cautious tongue was expedient. If the
duplicity was really as four-handed as it seemed, there could be no
harm in waiting for the other fellow to blunder into exposure. Nothing
could be explained, of course, until the conspirators found
opportunity to consult privately under the new order of assignment.
"How romantic!" Eleanor said, as she walked stiffly ahead with her
uncomfortable fiance.
"Eh?" was his simple remark. He was suddenly puzzled over the fact
that he HAD caught up to the train. There was something startling in
that. "Oh--er--not at all romantic, most prosaic. Couldn't get a
coach. Been here long?"
"Since five o'clock."
"I--I suppose you got up to see the sunrise."
"No, to see the river rise," she replied. "The bridge is gone." He was
silent for twenty paces, trying to recall what he had said about
telegraphing ahead.
"You don't mean it! Then I daresay they haven't got my telegram
stopping the train."
"How annoying!"
Dauntless had just said to Anne, in a fit of disgust: "Windomshire's
got a lot of nerve.
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