"O, well, if you're not I'm not. But it's very queer."
"Yes, it's very queer. How did you get along with the bags?"
"O, all right. Every thing's packed up again just as it was. Hadn't we better lock the room and go outside, where we can know sooner what's going on?"
Philip liked their lonely waiting there as little as Gerald did. It seemed best, for a few minutes, at least. So he answered, "To tell the truth, I'd rather we shouldn't go out just yet. We shall know here about matters just as soon, for I'll be ready to run out when I hear any thing. I've a particular reason."
"All right," assented Gerald, uneasily, but returning the smile. "What a good thing it was that we've neither of us undressed, isn't it, in case we have to move?"
"Yes, rather. It will save time. Still, there don't seem to be any thing to hurry us if we should have to move."
"Don't you think we ran into some other boat?"
"No, that wasn't the trouble. It was something on board. It sounded like a
