"None that I seen."
"What was in that clothes-basket?" demanded Smeltzer, with sudden suspicion.
"Not a thing but me table-linen, sor, and that's the Lord's truth ef I was to die fur it!" said the woman whose heart it would "rej'ice to lie to a vilyan like that."
"Come on," said Harcourt, drawing Bess back, "we'd better get out of this. You and I can't compete with her. We are not in her class! I'll buy you an umbrella if you need it."
Of course they stopped at the locks the first thing. Everybody does. It was while they were standing there that he said in a low voice, "Look over to the other side. That's Smeltzer, rushing post-haste for the station—and the train has just gone."
"Oh, has it?"
"Yes. And there isn't another till morning. I have just enquired. That will give her twelve or fifteen hours the start."
"She can't get off the island to-night, can she?"
"No, but she won't lose much time in the morning, I'll wager."
It is a most fascinating occupation—watching the locks at the "Soo." There is always the temptation to stay for one more performance,—and they come thick and fast on this famous ship canal. They stayed till the throes of hunger sent them across the park to the hotel. She stood beside him as he registered, but when he caught her eye and laughed afterwards she did not respond very heartily.