"
Again the cathedral clock boomed.
"See how I've kept you from your own affairs!" cried Miss Polly
contritely. "What are you going to do now? Go back to your
mountains?"
"Yes. As soon as you tell me that your father will go out by the
reefs."
"Do you expect him to make up his mind, on five minutes' notice,
to abandon his yacht?"
"I thought great magnates were supposed to be men of instant and
unalterable decisions. I don't know the type."
"Anyway, dad has gone out. I saw him drive away. Wouldn't to-
morrow do?"
"Why, yes; I suppose so."
"I'll tell you. The Voice will report at the rock to-morrow, at
four."
"No."
"What a very uncompromising 'no'!"
"I can't be there at four. Make it five."
"What a very arbitrary beetle man! Well, as I've wasted so much of
your time to-day, I'll accept your orders for to-morrow."
"And please impress your father with the extreme advisability of
your getting off this island."
"Yes, sir," she said meekly. "You'll be most awfully glad to get
rid of us, won't you?"
"Very greatly relieved."
"And a little bit sorry?"
The begoggled face turned toward her.
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