The lovers sat for a while longer. Then she looked at her watch:
"Oh, Donald! Do you know that we have been here nearly two hours?"
"It seemed to me like five minutes," was the reply.
She gave a merry laugh and said:
"If time always passes so quickly, we'll be old before we know."
"I wish that I could be sure that the days after you leave would only pass as quickly," he said, a trifle sadly.
"They'll pass, Donald. I'll be thinking of you, and you'll be thinking of me, and the days will go. But what will Mr. McLeod be thinking of us, that we have stayed here so long? And isn't it strange that none of the Chinese boys ever came into the saloon in those two hours?"
Sinclair laughed his happy, boyish laugh.
"Trust McLeod!" he said. "Probably he could explain the prolonged absence of the boys, as well as his own."
She looked at him archly.