She met his glance with a flash of her old disdain.
"I'll go if I have to swim," she said. "Haven't I undergone enough? Haven't I been humiliated and made ridiculous and—"
"Not necessarily. It all depends on whether we're going to confess the whole business or stand on our constitutional rights. They don't know a tenth of it—yet. Why should they? We told 'em we'd known each other a long time. Why not play the hand out?"
Rosalind's eyes questioned him.
"I mean, why not resume the voyage—for Ogdensburg?"
She gasped.
"Certainly; why not?"
She rallied swiftly from the shock of the proposal.
"I think you forget yourself," she said sternly.
"Not a bit." He shook his head. "I haven't forgotten anything. On the contrary, I'm remembering all that happened and all that was said. I'm remembering about our being pals. You needn't jump at that. It's not a bad word, after all—pals. I say, let's go ahead."