Billy Kellogg to find her! He did. She was down in the boat-house, trying to smash a padlock that detained one of Mr. Davidson's skiffs. There was no doubt she was tremendously anxious to leave the island.
At his approach she looked up defiantly.
"Well?" she demanded.
"I did my best," he said contritely.
It was impossible to miss the resentment in her eyes.
"Your best!"
"I didn't tell any more than I had to," he explained. "You see, Rosalind—"
"Mr. Kellogg!"
"Oh, well! You called me Sam not so very long ago. And only a few minutes back I was Billy—and you said you had known me a good while."
"In self-defense."