The vulgar word passed her lips reluctantly.
"But you are, ma'am; the best I ever had. I guess I could name a dozen instances of it. Want me to go over them? First, there's—"
"You need not. It's too absurd. I shall go at once."
"Not till I go," he told her firmly. "As I was going to say when you interrupted me, ma'am, we'll make a break for the American shore, and as soon as we can get a license and a justice of the peace or minister, why—"
"Stop!"
"We'll get married."
Rosalind turned pale. Truly she was dealing with a madman on this lonely little island!
"Married!"
"Why, certainly! What else? You don't suppose I'm going to lose a pal like you?"
The boatman was so calm that his manner utterly disconcerted her. A rational exterior, she reflected, often cloaked the most dangerous forms of insanity.