"It is not go to Algiers, no?" said madame, freezingly. "By this time, Monsieur Decherd, I have expect mademoiselle to be at my 'ome."
"Why, we only wanted to run across the river together. We were coming home," protested Decherd. "We did not know this was an up-river boat."
Madame Delchasse drew herself up magnificently. "I, Clarisse Delchasse," said she, "have arrive'. I shall take care of mademoiselle." Decherd again began, but she interrupted him. "If it is not for this stranger, this Mr. Eddrang," said madame, "I am not here this moment to care for mademoiselle. What care have you take? People would not talk, no? You to protect! Bah!" She slammed the glass door of the cabin in his face.
Decherd stood irresolute, ill-armed in the injustice of his quarrel.
He had not a moment to wait.
"Decherd!" The voice was John Eddring's.
Decherd turned. The silent watcher beside the rail had risen and was coming straight toward him.
CHAPTER IX
THE ACCUSER
Henry Decherd paused under the steadfast gaze which met him.
"Decherd," said Eddring, simply, "I want to talk to you. Come and sit down." They moved a pace or two forward, Eddring taking care that the other should sit facing the light which streamed through the glass doors of the cabin.