“Oh, but I do. Charlie, what’s the matter? Oh, didn’t I ever call you Charlie’ before? Well, Charlie, if you love me (yes, I know!) you’ll not let these people see me.”
“All right! Come along. I’ll take you to the road and come back. Hullo! What’s that?”
“It’s them!” exclaimed the lady.
It was. The pair dived back into the temple. On the opposite bank stood Millie Bushell, Mr. Vansittart, and Victor Sutton.
“Hullo, there, Charlie, you thief!” cried Victor. “Bring that canoe over here. Miss Bushell wants to get to the temple.”
“Hush! Don’t move!” whispered Agatha.
“But they know I’m here; they see that confounded canoe.”
“Charlie! Charlie!” was shouted across in three voices.
“What the devil—,” muttered Charlie.
“They mustn’t see me,” urged Agatha.