"That simplifies things," he said. "From what you said when you gave it to me, I was afraid I might have to knock him down, snatch the package, and make a break for it."
"No," and Kasia smiled. "It would appear of value only to some one who knew what it was. The customs inspector doesn't count."
"And to-morrow evening, say at eight o'clock, I shall bring it up to you."
"Very well. I shall expect you. And now you must go."
Dan rose obediently.
"It will be a long twenty-four hours," he said. "But I feel more cheerful than I did. By the way," he added, turning back, "there's one thing I forgot to tell you. If that other young fellow shows up again, you needn't be afraid to talk to him. Chevrial says he's about the only one on the ship you are safe to talk freely with!"
"Chevrial!" she repeated, staring; "Chevrial said that!"
"Yes," and Dan laughed. "He seems to be the wise guy, all right!" and without suspecting her emotion, he turned and left her. But for a long time Kasia sat there, unmoving, trying to understand.
Dan's evening was not so lonely as he had expected, for, as he sat on the bench on the boat-deck, staring out across the water and thinking of the morrow, Chevrial joined him.