"He knew about the Dutch blockade."
"Or pretended he did. I'm afraid my Pollipet has let herself
romanticize a little."
"Romanticize!" The girl laughed. "If you could see him, dad!
Romance and my poor little beetle man don't live in the same
world."
Out of the realm of memory, where the echoes come and go by no
known law, sounded his voice in her ear: "'That which thy servant
is, that he is for you.'" Dim doubt forthwith began to cloud the
bright certainty of Miss Brewster's verdict.
"If he's gone to all the trouble that I told you of, it must be
that he has some good reason for wanting to get us safely out,"
she argued to her father.
"Perhaps he feels that his peace of mind would be more assured if
you were in some other country," he teased. "No, my dear, I'm not
leaving a full-manned yacht in a foreign harbor and smuggling
myself out of a friendly country on the say-so of an unknown
adviser, whose chief ability seems to lie in the hundred-yard
dash."
"I think that's unfair and ungrateful. If a man with a sword--"
"When I begin a row, I stay with it," said Mr. Brewster grimly.
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