"Joe and I," she said.
It was on his tongue to tell her Joe was dead; but, though he tried, he could not do so. It wasn't in flesh and blood to tell her he had killed her husband. He could only look at her helplessly, and say over and over again, "To sea!"
"Greg," she said, "I mean to leave you while I am brave—while I am yet able to resist—while I can still remember I am Joe's wife!"
"And drown," he said.
"What do I care if I do?" she returned. "What do I care for anything?"
"If it's to be one or the other," he said, "I'll go myself. With my big schooner I'd have twice the chance you'd have."
She put her arms round his neck and kissed him. "You sweet traitor," she said, "you'd play me false!"
He protested vehemently that he would not deceive her.
"Besides," she said, "I could risk myself, but I couldn't bear to risk you, Greg."
He tried a last shot. The words almost strangled in his throat.