"He's all right," laughed Forsyth, as the dog refused to move; "let him alone."
"Do you know," said Ronald, after a silence, "that scream sounded like Mad Margaret's voice. Don't you think so?"
"Perhaps, now that you speak of it; but I haven't seen her for a long time."
"Neither have I, and I don't want to. Do you remember the night you came?"
Forsyth nodded.
"I can't get that out of my head—the way she looked at me when she told me I should never have my heart's desire. Someway, it sticks."
"You're not superstitious, are you?"
"Not exactly, but it was rather uncanny, if you remember,—at least it would have seemed so if she had said it to you."
"That's true," admitted Robert.
"I'm not afraid of anything in this world," resumed the Ensign; "but I don't want to tackle the next before I get to it—if there is any next."