"All right. Now, we'll not say anything about this to any one—do you understand?"
She was still trembling when he helped her into the pirogue, and neither spoke while they were crossing. When they entered the gate, Captain Franklin met them.
"Did she ask you to take her over?" he inquired of Ronald.
The Ensign's eyes met his squarely. "Yes, sir."
"Did you go together? I thought I saw you going alone."
"We went together. She was waiting for me outside."
"Very well. I will have no disobedience of my orders—remember that, both of you."
"Don't faint," George whispered, warningly, as the Captain walked away. "It's all right now, but that's the first time I ever lied—in my official capacity."
Beatrice put a small, icy hand into his own. "Thank you," she said quietly; "you're a thoroughbred, too."
