Yet her wonder was half pretended. A hot flush burned in her cheek as she sat thinking of his words.
"Well, I'm glad, too, that I've 'waked up,' although I wish that something had happened to stir me earlier."
The train crept on through the flooded country. It was past eight o'clock when they reached Grafton. Marian hurried from the coach and watched anxiously while two baggagemen hoisted the heavy bail from the car.
"Well, my share is done," she said to herself. "That precious bail is here, safe and sound. But where is Mulcahy? And the launch? Rod said that he would not fail to be here by train time."
The train pulled out. From the dim-lit station the ticket agent called to her.
"You're expecting your launch, Miss Hallowell? There has been no boat down to-day."
"But my brother promised to send the launch," stammered Marian. "Surely they knew I was coming to-night!"
Then, in a flash of recollection, she heard Roderick's voice:
"And Mulcahy will meet you on the eight-o'clock train."
"Rod meant the train that leaves Saint Louis at eight in the morning! Not this afternoon train. How could I make such a blunder! He does not look for me to reach Grafton till to-morrow."