"What about.... him?" she asked and looked at the prone form of the doctor.
"He'll sleep it off!" said I, "and the longer his slumbers last the better I shall be pleased!"
"But we can't go away and leave him like this!" she expostulated.
"When you have heard my story," I rejoined, "you will think as I do. He'll be all right. He's stirring already. Come! Let's go back to the shore!"
As we turned in the direction of the beach, I said:—
"But how on earth did you come to be here? What has happened to the Naomi?"
A little red crept into the girl's cheeks and she bit her lip.
"I wasn't going to be left behind. I told Captain Lawless so. I insisted on joining Daddy on shore. There was an awful row, but"—triumphantly—"I had my own way in the end. It was really Dr. Custrin who managed it for me. He said he would take the responsibility of explaining to Daddy that I would come. And, as the captain was anxious to be off, he said he would let us keep the launch. The Naomi went on to Alcedo...."
"But," I said, "where have you been since yesterday?"
Marjorie laughed mischievously.