Rosalind was tongue-tied with astonishment.
CHAPTER XX
"GOOD WORK, PAL!"
"You see," Sam went on, seemingly unaware of her consternation, "it's foolish to take any more chances than are absolutely necessary. Now that we've got a fairly good stake, it would be silly to wait. We'll run over to the American side somewhere, and once we get ashore there's small chance of getting pinched."
"Are you utterly mad?" asked Rosalind, abruptly finding her voice.
"Mad? I should say not, ma'am. Just cautious—that's all. I'd be mad if I stayed."
"But you are saying that I—"
"That you are going with me. Certainly. Why not?"
Rosalind was not frightened, yet something in his tone chilled her. She examined his face with searching eyes. He seemed to be quite composed; there was no trace of wildness in his eyes, no betrayal of mental agitation in his speech. Were it not for his astounding words, she would have considered him entirely normal. She decided to laugh, but the attempt was poor. His was infinitely more successful.
"It may be a little sudden, ma'am," he admitted; "but it seems a case for quick action. I'm sorry we won't even be able to stop at Witherbee's for your trunks."