"I mean for a good while," he hastily added.
They clung together. His face was wet from hers.
The sound of a footfall on the deck overhead caused them to draw apart quickly.
"Take the gun in your hand," Don whispered.
They went up the ladder, Don in advance. On the deck an astonished watchman faced them.
"What do you want?" he demanded.
"I am Miss Broome," said Pen. "I want to see Mr. Riever."
"He's turned in, Miss."
In order to avoid frightening him unduly, Pen kept the pistol hidden in a fold of her skirt. "He must be awakened," she said. "It is important."
The watchman, like everybody else on board the yacht, had gathered from watching his master that Pen was a person to be propitiated. "I'll tell him," he said, and disappeared within the deckhouse.