"Ain't you goin' to sail, Mr. Dunham?" asked Benny, amazed to see John settle down near Sylvia.
"Thought I wouldn't, going over," replied John.
Benny gave a sniff which was eminently cynical, as he grasped the tiller and the situation.
"Well, I know which one it is now, anyway," he soliloquized, as the boat crept forth across the harbor.
Sylvia was surprised too. Her heart beat a little faster.
"Oh, I'm sure you'd better sail," she said. "I want to think."
John laughed. "This is evidently not my lucky day," he remarked. "I think even now we ought to go back for the bottle."
"What bottle?"
"The one you were clutching so closely with that white bag this noon. That certainly must have been the real stuff. You remember we noticed the effect at breakfast. Then instead of taking me with you to the woods and drinking fair, you went alone, and at dinner were still more illuminated; but the last dose seems to have worn off. I'm in favor of going back for the bottle. Say the word and I'll tell Benny."
Sylvia averted her face and smiled. "Yes, that was a good tonic," she said.