"They will ascertain before night where you are; and perhaps Mr. Waterford will return to the city and inform them that you are safe."
"He will not be likely to say anything about me."
"Your father sent me to follow Mr. Whippleton, and I am now literally obeying his orders."
I saw that my fair companion was uneasy in a direction she did not care to explain; and I am sure I respected her all the more for the delicacy of feeling she exhibited. If she and her mother objected to her being alone in the yacht with Mr. Waterford, they might also object to me. I deemed it necessary to say and do all I could to assure her of her own safety.
"Can you steer a boat, Miss Collingsby?" I asked.
"I have steered this boat," she replied.
"Would you like to take the tiller for a while?"
"I can't steer unless some one tells me which way to go."
"You can follow the Florina—can you not?"
"Why do you ask, Philip?"