“There will be danger, perhaps.”
She laughed, scornfully.
“Danger! Am I not accustomed to danger? The past week has been crowded with perils that I could not see. This, to-night, will be at least visible.”
He looked at her with quick admiration. And at that moment he learned that it was her spirit and not her beauty alone that drew him to her.
“You are determined?” he asked, after a short pause.
“I am.”
“Very well.”
Without another word he led her out to the car which stood at the curb. The night had turned overcast, and a damp wind blew from the east.
“It will be a bad night upon the river,” commented Kenyon.
He assisted her into the huge car.