respectfully. "I think Mr. Keith must have met with some haccident."
His surmise proved correct. When Martin came up he found his host seated on the ground in evident pain.
"Twisted my ankle in a hole," he explained, briefly. "Give me an arm back to the house, there's a good fellow, and then run on down to the lake and see if what Keggs said is true."
Martin did as requested—so far, that is to say, as the first half of the commission was concerned. As regarded the second, he took it upon himself to make certain changes. Having seen Mr. Keith to his room, he put the fitting-out of the relief ship into the hands of a group of his fellow-guests whom he discovered in the porch. Elsa's feeling towards her rescuer might be one of unmixed gratitude; but it might, on the other hand, be one of resentment. He did not wish her to connect him in her mind with the episode in any way whatsoever. Martin had once released a dog from a trap, and the dog had bitten him. He had been on an errand of mercy, but the dog had connected him with his sufferings and acted accordingly. It occurred to Martin that Elsa's frame of mind would be uncommonly like that dog's.
The rescue-party set off. Martin lit a cigarette, and waited in the porch.
It seemed a very long time before anything happened, but at last, as he was lighting his fifth cigarette, there came from the darkness the sound of voices. They drew nearer. Someone shouted:—
"It's all right. We've found them."
Martin threw away his cigarette and went indoors.
Elsa Keith sat up as her mother came into the room. Two nights and a day had passed since she had taken to her bed.
"How are you feeling to-day, dear?"
"Has he gone, mother?"
"Who?"
"Mr. Barstowe."
"Yes, dear. He left this morning. He said he had business with his publisher in London."
"Then I can get up," said Elsa, thankfully.
"I think you're a little hard on poor Mr. Barstowe, Elsa. It was just an accident, you know. It was not his fault that the boat slipped away."
"It was, it was, it was!" cried Elsa, thumping the pillow malignantly. "I believe he did it on purpose, so that he could read me his horrid poetry without my having a chance to escape. I believe that's the only way he can get people to listen to it."
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"'I'll come at once,' said Elsa, stepping from the hammock."
