"You may as well quit crying, too. You're not hurt and you're not down-hearted. You're just good and mad; that's all."
He turned to lead the way down the path, then stopped and stared through an opening in the trees.
"Another visitor," he observed with a grin.
Rosalind followed the direction of his glance. Reginald Williams in a motor-launch was just making the shore of the island. He glimpsed her white-clad figure and waved his hand.
"Oh!" she gasped.
"Trouble?" inquired Sam.
"You mustn't tell him! How shall I explain? What shall I do? I can't ever, ever—"
Her tears began to flow afresh.
"Needn't worry about me telling him anything, ma'am. I'm deaf and dumb—to him."
"But—but—"