“Don’t screw up your hopes too high. We’ve little show of being picked up by a chance boat on a coast with reefs like this. But I figure that if I was in your daddy’s shoes, it’d be high time for me to be cabling a ship to run up from Natal, or down from Zanzibar, to look around for jettison, et cetera.”
“I’m sure papa will offer a big reward.”
“Second the motion! I’ve a sort of idea I wouldn’t mind coming in for a reward myself.”
“You? Oh, yes; to be sure. Papa is generous, and he will be grateful to any one who–”
“You think I mean his dirty money!” broke in Blake, hotly.
Her confusion told him that he had not been mistaken. His face, only a moment since bright and pleasant, took on its sullenest frown.
Miss Leslie rose hurriedly, and started along the cleft.
“Hello!” he called. “Not going for eggs now, are you?”
She did not reply.