"No. But the police can wire on from Seattle to stop us and take me off at that point."
"If they find out their mistake."
"They must have found it out long ago. That's why I've got Peasley forcing this old tub; she's doing ten knots, and that's a breakneck speed for her. Once we're through the Straits, I'll be satisfied. But meanwhile—" Emerson lowered his glasses with a sigh of fatigue, and in the soft twilight the girl saw that his face was lined and careworn. The yearning at her heart lent poignant sympathy to her words, as she said:
"You deserve to win, Boyd; you have made a good fight."
"Oh, I'll win!" he declared, wearily. "I've got to win; only I wish we were past Port Townsend."
"What will happen to Fraser?" she queried.
"Nothing serious, I am sure. You see, they wanted me, and nobody else; once they find they have the wrong man I rather believe they will free him in disgust."
A moment later he went on: "Just the same, it makes me feel depressed and guilty to leave him—I—I wouldn't desert a comrade for anything if the choice lay with me."
"You did quite right," Cherry warmly assured him.
"You see, I am not working for myself; I am doing this for another."