Roddy took the slim, gauntleted hand stretched out to him, and for an instant the girl held his hand firmly, and then nodded. The smile this time was very near to tears.
“What you are going to do,” she said, “is the dangerous thing. You don’t know how dangerous. If I should not see you again——”
Roddy looked down into her eyes, and laughed from utter happiness.
“You will see me again,” he said.
His tone gave to the words a meaning which the girl entirely disregarded.
“You will remember,” she went on, as though he had not spoken, “that we—that I am grateful.”
Roddy turned and smiled out at the sunlit sea.
“You have given me,” he answered, “other things to remember.”
He pulled off his sombrero and took the gauntleted hand in both of his. He bowed over it and brushed it with his lips. The girl still regarded him steadily, questioningly.
“Good-by,” faltered Roddy.