"No," he answered, making room for her at the railing by his side. "I
had missed you, of course, but I thought you were resting."
"Resting, indeed! I have been quite busy. Where do they mean to put
the second contrivance?"
"About there," he said, indicating a point on the surface of the bay
eastward of the canoe. His right arm was extended, and he placed his
left hand on her shoulder. Courtenay, hailing Walker, saw the two
leaning over the rails in that attitude. Perhaps one of the two hoped
that Courtenay would see them. Elsie, as part of her punishment, did
not shrink away, though the touch of Christobal's hand made her flesh
creep. But Joey, whose mind was singularly free from complexities,
leaped up at her. He wanted Elsie to tell him what Courtenay was doing
out there, so far away from the ship. She stooped and picked him up.
Christobal had no excuse for a second caress.
"Bark, Joey," she whispered, "bark and call your master. If anything
happens to him, you and I shall never see England again. And I am
longing for home to-day."