Enid did not clearly follow this line of thought, but she offered no objection when Madge made a neat package of the trophy. In fact, she was so excited and nervous that she scarcely noticed what went on about her.
The day dragged slowly. Several times Madge went to the railing to scan the bay for a glimpse of Rex. She wondered what could have detained him.
Jose served an early supper which the girls scarcely touched. By this time, Madge was thoroughly alarmed lest Rex fail to appear.
“Everything depends on him,” she thought. “I can do nothing unless he gets here before Enid leaves.”
And then, as she was ready to give him up, she saw his motor boat racing toward The Flora. Madge glanced quickly about and was relieved that Enid was not on deck.
“Did you get it?” she called softly, watching Rex make fast to the yacht.
He held up a package wrapped in brown paper.
“I had one heck of a time finding what you wanted, Madge. I scoured the city.”
“Sh!” she warned, “not so loud or Enid will hear you. If she suspects, our game is off!”
He came quietly aboard, handing Madge the mysterious package.