“But I don't see, Annie—”
“Why don't you go, Dick. I've come out here to tell you, so you can sail away before he comes. Then you won't have any trouble. There's a mistake, I know; and when they have found it out, you can come back.”
“Oh, I couldn't do that, Annie. I have no reason to go away. If anybody wants to see me, he knows where he can find me.”
This silenced Annie. She looked at Dick, and then looked away from him, out over the Lake, not knowing what to say or think.
“You came out just to warn me, Annie?”
She nodded.
“There must be something more then—something you haven't told me.”
“No—only he—Mr. Beveridge said a good deal—he tried to make me believe you were—dishonest, or something.”
“And you didn't believe it?”
She made no reply to this. She was beginning to think about getting back to the house. When Dick spoke again, it was in a gentler voice.