As Clif hurried toward the gangway something very like a scowl came into J. C.-C. Cate’s previously vacant face, and he muttered beneath his breath:
“Miss Windom coming aboard here? And she knows this young cub of an American. What complications will this lead to?”
CHAPTER XXV. SAVING A KING.
Clif reached the gangway ladder just as Juanita Windom stepped down to the deck, accompanied by another girl of her own age.
When she espied the young cadet she blushed slightly, and held out her hand, with a winning smile.
“This is indeed a pleasure, Miss Windom,” he said, with even more earnestness than the remark warranted.
“To me, Mr. Faraday,” the fair young girl replied, laughingly. “I have been longing for the time when I could return your visit of—of—when was it, Elna?”
“Such a long, long time ago,” responded her companion, mischievously. “It was day before yesterday.”