“I am in them already.”
“Don’t fool,” said Gellow quickly. “You have got to marry that girl for your own sake.”
“And for yours.”
“Call it so if you like; but will you trust me to get you out of this scrape?”
“Yes, curse you: do what you like.”
“Bless you, then, my dear boy; off you go.”
“What do you mean?”
“Be off to the yacht, set sail, and don’t come back to Danmouth till I tell you it’s safe.”
“Do you mean this?”
“Of course. But keep me posted as to your whereabouts.”