“Probably.”
“You make me very angry. After you have shown that you can fight, just when you ought to fight the hardest you slink bade to be whipped.”
“Yes, Miss Marston, if you care to put it that way.”
“Then, good-by!”
“Good-by!”
Perhaps each expected that the other would break the wall of reserve at this moment of parting. He hesitated a moment—an awkward instant—then he bowed and left the room.
Captain Downs walked with Mayo for a distance across the sand-dunes when the latter started to make his way to the nearest railroad station. The captain intended to remain at the inlet tmtil a representative of the Alden's owners arrived.
They left Bradish still huddled behind the stove in the kitchen.
“Unless my eyes have gone back on me, Captain Mayo, my notion is that the dude is wasting his time hanging around that girl any more,” suggested Captain Downs. “She has had him out on the marine railway of love, has made proper survey, and has decided that she would hate to sail the sea of matrimony with him. Don't you think that's so?”
“I think you're a good judge of what you see, Captain Downs.”