"Sit down," she faltered, "and tell me what you want me to do."
At the side of the house where they were sheltered somewhat from the rain Tommy outlined his plan.
"I want you to take me down the bay in your sailboat. I had money enough to get here, and if you can help me to get to the Point, a friend of mine has promised me a place on one of the ocean liners."
"But Tommy—"
"Don't say 'but' to me, Judy," and Judy recognized a new note in Tommy's voice. There was less of the old, weak swagger, and more determination. "I am going, and that's all there is to it."
"When do you want to start?" she asked, after a pause.
"The first thing in the morning, if you can get away," said Tommy.
"I can't go until evening. We are to spend the day with some friends of ours, the Bartons. But I can take you down by moonlight. It's a couple of hours' ride. I suppose we shall have to tell Anne."
"I hate to," said Tommy.
"Why?"