o catch all the light in the dim room and to blaze like suns!

But Justin was thinking only of Bettina's eyes under her drooping veil,
and of her cheeks which burned red, and of her lips which were closed
against any speech with him.

They went on to the last shed, which was open, and from which a track
descended into the water.

Poised there, in the half-darkness, like a bird at rest, was another
ship, ready for flight.

"This is mine," said Justin; "the 'Gray Gull.' I wanted to call her 'The
Wild Hawk,' but changed my mind. Do you remember Kipling's

"'The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky,
The deer to the wholesome wold,
And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid,
As it was in the days of old'?"

"It is one of Diana's favorites," said Anthony. But Bettina said never a
word.

And just then a boy came to say that Dr. Blake was wanted at the
telephone.

"It's a hurry call," Anthony came back to tell them. "Would you mind
walking home with Bettina, Justin?"

Would he mind? Suddenly all the stars sang!

The moment that Anthony's back was turned Bettina felt a frantic desire
to hide her rings. What would Justin say when he saw them? With Anthony
there she had felt brave. But now--she turned the rings inward and began
hastily to put on her gloves. Oh, to-night, after she reached home, she
would write Justin a prim little note and tell him of her engagement!
That would be better, of course! She should have thought of it before!

Crashing across her trembling decision came Justin's demand.

"Look here. Why can't you fly with me now? Just a little way, low over
the harbor? Come----"

It seemed to her that between them was beating and throbbing darkness,
out of which his eager eyes said, "Come."

"Oh, no," she protested, with dry lips. "Anthony wouldn't like it."

"What has Anthony to do with it?" He had taken her hands in his and was
crushing them. The rings cut and hurt, but she made no sign; she only
looked at him large-eyed, and said, not knowing what she said, "He has
nothing to do with it----"

"Then come----"

She was conscious that he was taking the pins out of her big hat. That
he was winding her white chiffon veil, nun-like, about her head, so that
her face was framed. And within this frame glowed her hot cheeks and
questioning eyes.

"Come," he said, again, and lifted her to her seat and fastened her in,
and took his place beside her. He whistled, and two men came, a