CHAPTER VI
THE NEWS
It was after breakfast when they met once more, on a wet deck, in bleak sunshine.
"I waked up in broad daylight and found you and your suitcase gone," said the girl. "Oh, how guilty I felt! And then to discover that, just as you thought, the cabin was 63, not 65. What became of you?"
"I was all right," replied Max evasively. "I got a place to rest and wash."
"In 65?"
"No, not there."
"Why, was there a woman in that cabin, too?"
Max laughed. It was good to have some one to laugh with. "I didn't dare look," he confessed. "And I didn't care to wander about explaining myself and my belongings to suspicious stewards."