Joan was fifty yards away, level with another seat, on which a solitary man had been sitting in a slouching attitude. As she drew near him the two who were watching with fascinated eyes saw him draw himself upright and then shrink suddenly back. But he was too late. Joan's eyes had lighted upon him. She stopped short, the man's attempt at evasion was obvious. In a moment she was at his side.
"David," she cried. "David!"
He rose up, and would have slunk off, but she caught him by the arm. He shook her away, but there was no escape. He looked around like a hunted animal. She sat down by his side, and he was a prisoner.
"Come," Douglas whispered.
They rose up and went off together.
CHAPTER XXX
DAVID AND JOAN
"Joan."
"Well, David?"
"You have had your way with me. I have suffered you to bring me here, to make me eat and drink. Now I am ready to go.