“What’s the reward?” she asked. He shook his head thoughtfully.
“I haven’t decided yet. Something—rather nice, I fancy.”
A faint flush crept into her cheeks and she turned her gaze toward the pool.
“It is much cooler to-day,” she said.
“Yes, last night’s thunder-storm cleared the air,” he replied, in a similar conversational tone. She glanced at the tiny watch hanging at her belt. Then she murmured something and sprang lightly to her feet before Ethan could go to her assistance.
“You are not going?” he asked in dismay.
She nodded gravely.
“But it’s quite early!”
“I don’t think it right to associate with dishonesty,” she answered severely. “You know very well that that handkerchief is mine!”