He allowed the others to believe what they would, explaining only that he had been compelled to leave the Will-o’-the-Wisp in Piney Cove. Cresap promised to send his man up to bring her back to the landing-stage.
“I’M AFRAID YOU’LL FIND THE CABIN-DOOR CATCH IS BROKEN,” SAID MADGE YARNELL IN AN UNDERTONE
“I’m afraid you’ll find the cabin-door catch is broken,” said Madge Yarnell in an undertone, as she halted near Fessenden on her way to bed.
“If I hadn’t been sure you’d smashed through easily enough, I should have come back to the sloop and sailed away with you.”
“With me?”
“Certainly—made you captive like an old buccaneer. Willy-nilly, I should have clapped you under hatches, and sailed for the Spanish Main.”
Her brooding eyes dwelt long upon him. “That’s very interesting.” She struck her hands softly together. “It’s worth thinking about. Thank you for the suggestion, Mr. Fessenden.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“Of course you don’t. You’re only a man.”