“Oh, the odds are on him! Even if he has to hold the crew off with his revolver! Those fellows are easily cowed, and they know the Astarte is coming up. The danger is that they may rush him in the dark. Well, here’s luck to him!”
But I could not take it so lightly, and I was certain that Edmund did not in his heart. I understood that he had felt bound to tell me in justice to Welfare, and now this anxiety would overshadow all the others until the suspense were over.
“You’re about done, anyhow,” Edmund said; “do get to bed. You’ll sleep all right.”
“I think I will. I am tired, but wake me before you go, if I’m asleep.”
“Shall I?”
“Of course. I want to say good-bye.”
The dawn had come and it was daylight when I was awakened by hearing him moving about the room.
“I shouldn’t have had the heart to wake you,” he said. “Good-bye. I say, you’ve been a brick. I wish I could tell you. Good-bye.”
And with this he left the room and went on his way.