“You’ll have to tell father—”
“If you stop to talk we’ll simply be left behind.”
“Hildegarde’s ankle turned more than once, and now she was almost down”
Ah, well, if he took it like that, why should she go any further with him? “You’d better hurry on with the dog,” she said. “Tell father he must manage somehow to come.”
“Are you out of your head!” He seemed to be carrying her forward without volition of hers. She offered no physical resistance but, “I’m not coming with you to the ship,” she said. “I’ve got to go back.”
“Go where, for God’s sake?”
“Back to the hut.”
“Go—what for?”
“Because Jack Galbraith is there.” For just an instant his fingers slackened hold. The shadow of a fear she had never seen in those clear eyes darkened the fine candor of his face, and then, with firmer grasp, he was once more hurrying her on.