“So it is, and that’s why Sevier will choose it. We don’t want to meet him there or anywhere else.”
“Suppose we meet his gang at the wreck?”
“We must beat them off.”
“Yes, there’s a chance—a fighting chance, after all,” said Elliott, getting up and beginning to walk about restlessly. “That is, if Miss Laurie will be reasonable,” looking at her imploringly.
“I am perfectly reasonable.”
“You’ll give us the steering directions, then?”
“Not till we are on board, at Delagoa Bay. Come, we’ll argue the question as we go. There’s no time to lose now. Can we get a train to-night?”
“The Overland leaves at seven o’clock,” said Bennett. “It’s as she says. There’s no time to talk. We’ve got just the narrowest margin now, and our only chance is in knowing exactly where to go when we sail from Africa.”
“I’ll be ready at six,” said Margaret, decisively. “We’ll talk it all over on the train.”