"
"I hope you will do nothing of the sort," protested Elsie, earnestly.
"Why? Do you think the canoe unsafe?"
"No, no; not that. But those waiting Indians. They might see you."
"Oh, the Indians again! I shall run no risk of that sort. It would
indeed be the irony of fate if the _Kansas_ slipped her cable and left
the skipper behind."
"Huh! No fear! She'd follow you like Joey. I was tellin' Miss
Maxwell what a lucky fellow you were. Besides, if you went, I 'd be in
command, and you know what would happen then. By gad, if all else
failed, the bloomin' tub would turn turtle in the Pool."
To emphasize his remarks, Boyle blew a big smoke ring, and shot several
smaller rings through it.
Elsie felt Christobal's critical eye on her; she was shading the
outlines of the map, and trusted that her head was bent sufficiently to
hide the tell-tale color which leapt to her face. But Courtenay wished
to hear more of this.
"I hope you do not credit everything my chief officer says about me,"
he said, glancing over her shoulder at the drawing. "Nor about
himself," he added, as she was too busy to look up.
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