"Well, we'll have another go at the court to-morrow," replied Madge good-naturedly. "Freddy needn't have worried," she thought. She was far too clever to satiate a man with her society.
King came to the dinner table and did full justice to the meal. "I'm quite sure," he said to Mrs. Lindsay, "that those hammocks were dedicated to the naps of yourself and your daughter, and I want to assure you that I've had my share of them for to-day."
The ladies protested kindly.
"I've had my eye on a big rock there is over there nearer the water," said King. "I'm going to try my rickety legs that far."
A chorus of approval of the plan arose, and after a short time of sitting about the discouraged piazza, he and Whitcomb rambled slowly off.
To King's disgust, his friend as they left had picked up a steamer rug.
"Oh, cut it out," begged the convalescent.
"Shut up!" returned the other cheerfully.
Arrived at their goal, he threw down the rug and King was glad to sit on it under the lee of the big rock.
"What did you do yesterday, Freddy?" asked King, going directly to the subject uppermost in his mind.