will, with the greatest pleasure."
"What do you mean, then, by saying that you object?"
"I want to help you out of the scrape, and not into it. That's what I
mean. Let us return to Chicago, and that will get you out of the
scrape."
"Do you think I am to be made a fool of by a boy like you?" said he,
rising and stepping towards me.
"I hope not; I assure you I have no such wicked intention."
"You have said enough, Phil."
"That's just my opinion; and I would like to amend it by adding that
you also have said enough."
"Whether you help me or not, I want you to understand that I intend to
carry out my plan."
"Not if I can help it. I want to be understood, too."
"The Marian belongs to me, and I can dispense with your company."
"Send Miss Collingsby on shore, and you may do so. I claim to be her
protector, and I intend to stand by her to the end."
"Protector! You blockhead!" sneered he. "Pray, who made you her
protector?"
"She did, for one; and I happen to be a relative of hers, which is an
additional reason why I should not permit any one to mislead her."
"How long have you been a relative?"
"Ever since I was born, of course."
"Of course you are lying."
"I am not recognized as a relative; but no matter for that. I feel just
as much interest in her as though she was my own sister."
"I am going on board of the boat now," said Mr. Waterford, gathering
himself up.
"So am I."
"No, you are not--on board of my boat. There comes the Florina," he
added, pointing to Mr. Whippleton's yacht, which was coming down the
lagoon before the wind. "You had better hail her."
"I shall not. My present business is to take care of Miss Collingsby.
When she is safe, I have business with Mr. Whippleton."
"I tell you once for all, that you shall not put your foot on board the
Marian again."
Mr. Waterford walked towards the place where we had landed, and I
followed him closely enough to prevent him from stealing a march upon
me. As the matter now stood, he would attempt to prevent me from
getting into the boat. I intended to insist, and a battle seemed to be
imminent. The Florina stood over towards the opposite side of the
creek, apparently for the purpose of giving the Marian a wider berth. I
could see that Mr. Whippleton was alone in the standing-room, and I was
confident that, if he had any ladies on board, they would not stay in
the cabin.
Mr. Ben Waterford stepped into the tender, after he had
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