Jerome heard the tremor in her voice. He answered “Yes.”
“It was so good of you to come. I wanted to hear you play once more. We may go home to-morrow.”
“Sit down, boy,” urged the captain; while Jack smoked peacefully.
“No,” said Jerome. “I’ll play out there.”
“Out where?”
“Out there; on the moving water.”
“But I want to talk to you!” exclaimed Lilian, following him a step, relaxing under the eye of the man she was to marry. “I want to send messages to your father and aunt—I may not see them again.”
“Singular chap,” observed Jack as Jerome walked on into darkness.
“Half witted,” explained Eric.
“He’s not half witted!” vehemently denied Lilian.