She flushed, but remained silent.
"So it becomes a fifty-fifty deal," he concluded.
Rosalind thought of the name of the boatman's launch. It assumed a new significance.
"So it's up to you to get those two badges and get 'em quick," he declared bruskly. "I don't care how; only I suggested a way. If you can think of a better one, go to it."
Rosalind compressed her lips and started toward the hotel.
"Any time you get cold feet," he advised, "just remember the bracelet."
It was superfluous advice. There was no fear she would forget it. It constituted her whole sustaining motive.
Three dances went by, and the boatman still waited under the trees. The music had heralded a fourth when he sighted a tall, slim figure in white approaching with quick steps.
"Here they are," said Rosalind shortly.
She thrust two red-and-gold badges into his hand so roughly that the pins pricked him.