"But you promised."
"I am not sure that I exactly promised," hesitated Judy.
"You're afraid."
"I am not."
"Aw, you are—or you'd do it."
That was touching Judy on a tender point. She was proud of her courage—none of her race had ever been cowards.
Besides, as she stood there with the wind and the waves beating their wild song into her ears, all the recklessness of her nature came uppermost. It would be glorious to sail down the bay. The water would be rough, and the wind would fill out the white sails of the little boat, and they would fly, fly, and the goal for Tommy would be freedom.
"I'll do it," she said, suddenly. "I'll do it, Tommy. We Jamesons never break a promise, and I'm not afraid."
They decided not to tell Anne.
"It would just worry her," said Judy, decidedly, "and I can get some food and things out to you after Anne goes to bed, and you can sleep in the boat-house. We can start in the morning."