"I wish there wasn't any old Thursday boat," wailed Marjorie. "We might argue him into going if we had more time."
"You've got to miss that Thursday boat," declared Trask. "We ought to be able to kidnap him or something."
"What's the name?" asked Dinshaw, rising from the table and putting on his hat.
"Locke," said Marjorie. "Mr. Locke. You come up again to-morrow and see us."
"I'll have to paint another picter," said Dinshaw.
"Here," said Trask. "You take this one with you, and bring it back to-morrow, when I'll pay you twenty pesos for it. That'll give you an excuse for coming back. And don't say a word to anybody."
"Locke," murmured Dinshaw. "Mr. Locke."
"You ought to eat some more," said Marjorie.
"Can't stop," said Dinshaw, gathering up the other picture, which he had not unwrapped. "Can't wait for the tide. I'll go see Jarrow. He said he'd take me."
"Now look here," said Trask. "Don't you say a word to anybody. Understand? Don't tell anybody!"