"No!"
Still he hesitated. Rosalind gripped him by the arm and pushed him back from the window.
"Hurry!" she commanded. "You have time to get out the back way. Sam—please!"
The boatman smiled.
"All right; I'll disappear," he said. "Maybe I'll see you again, Miss—No; I'm going to say it just once—Rosalind!"
"You said it back in the boat," she reminded him briskly.
"Then I really got away with it—because you heard."
"Yes; you really—'got away with it,' if that satisfies you. Now run! They're on the porch."
He stepped swiftly across the library and into the hall. The sound of Mr. Davidson's key in the lock was heard. With a laughing nod at Rosalind, the boatman turned and ran—up-stairs!
"Sam!"