Jack stood near the stern, and took Una’s hand in his to help her to embark.
“Take care,” he said, aloud, then in an undertone, he added: “I shall see you at Richmond.”
“Are you going to row the outrigger down, Savage?” said Dalrymple, eying the first boat enviously.
Jack turned to him eagerly.
“No, I’ll take your place in this boat; I can see you are longing for mine. Here, get in”; and before Dalrymple could refuse, Jack had almost lifted him into the outrigger, and leaped into his place in Lady Bell’s boat.
All the darkness vanished from his brow. He was sitting opposite Una; so near, that when he leaned forward to make the stroke, his hand almost touched her dress.
“Are you coming with us?” said Lady Bell; “I am so glad.”
“So am I,” said Jack; but his eyes went to Una’s face.
“Now, then,” said Jack, as he bent forward.
“Steady, old man,” said Sir Arkroyd; “we haven’t all got blacksmith’s muscles!”