“I don’t like it,” protested Miss Van Arsdale. “It’s a mad business. Ban, you oughtn’t to take her.”
“It’s too late to talk of that,” said Io.
“Ready?” questioned Banneker.
“Yes.”
He pushed the stern of the boat into the stream, and the current laid it neatly and powerfully flat to the sheer bank. Io kissed Camilla Van Arsdale quickly and got in.
“We’ll wire you from Miradero,” she promised. “You’ll find the message in the morning.”
The woman, mastering herself with a difficult effort, held out her hand to Banneker.
“If you won’t be persuaded,” she said, “then good—”
“No,” he broke in quickly. “That’s bad luck. We shall be all right.”
“Good luck, then,” returned his friend, and turned away into the night.