CHAPTER XVIII
THE SEVERED KNOT
It was in the gray of the early morning, as the Slavonia steamed from the Upper Bay into the North River and the serrated skyline of Manhattan bit into the thin rind of sunrise to the east, that Durkin and Frank came suddenly together in a deserted companionway. She had been praying for one hour more, and then all would be set right.
"I want to see you!" he said sharply.
She looked about to make sure they were unobserved.
"I know it—but I daren't run the risk—now!"
"Why not now? What has changed?" he demanded.
"I tell you we can't, Jim! We might be seen here, any minute!"
"What difference should that make?"