Edith sat perfectly silent, scarcely daring to breathe. Bronson, never before so quick in his movements, righted the craft, and with a vigorous push of the paddle got off the dangerous rock.
"I—I think it would be rather pleasanter to tie up," faltered Edith.
"So do I. Wish you had said so before. Not that I mind exploring, but it's hot work such a day as this."
They found a shady bank and drew up under the bushes. Edith gave a sigh of relief.
"Do you mind if I smoke?" asked Bronson, getting out a silver cigarette-case with a blasé air.
"Oh, not at all."
"That's nice. Now we can be comfortable. I am so glad you came with me this afternoon, for I want to talk to you, Miss Franklin. I want in talk freely to you about something."
Edith's face expressed her astonishment.
"You look surprised," he continued, "but you will not be when I tell you what it is. You are the only person whom I can rely on to manage the matter well and to help me. It is connected with Neal Gordon."