"I don't know. I must not lose sight of the Florina."
"I don't want to stay all night in this boat," said she, timidly.
"If I run over to the city and land you, I may as well give up all thought of ever seeing Mr. Whippleton again," I replied, annoyed at the situation.
"My mother will be very anxious about me."
"I know she will; but what can I do?"
"I really don't know."
"If Mr. Whippleton leads me any where near a railroad station, I will see that you are put in the way of returning to your home. I am sure if your father was here, he would insist upon my chasing the villain. If he escapes me, your father will lose a large sum of money—not less than forty thousand dollars, and perhaps more."
"How terrible! You must do as you think best, Philip, without regard to me. I don't like to stay in this boat all night."
"It isn't a bad place to stay," I replied, glancing down into the handsome and comfortable cabin.
"Perhaps not; but I had rather be at home. My father and mother will both worry about me."