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“What?” said Knight. “You are never going to let me down?”

She smiled with a touch of irony. “It was the Spear Point you wanted,” she reminded him.

“And you,” said Knight, “to show the way.”

Something in his tone arrested her. Her beautiful eyes sank suddenly to the blank page he held. “Adam can do that–as well as I can,” she said.

“But you said you would,” said Knight. His voice was low; he was looking full at her. He saw the rich colour rising in her cheeks. “What is it?” he said. “Won’t they let you?”

She raised her head abruptly, proudly. “I please myself,” she said. “No one has the ordering of me.”

His grey eyes shone a little. “Then it pleases you–to let me down?” he questioned.

Her look flashed suddenly up to his. She saw his expression and laughed. “I didn’t think you’d care,” she said. “Adam knows the lie of the quicksand. That’s all you really want.”

“Oh, pardon me!” said Knight. “You are quite wrong, if you imagine that I am indifferent as to who goes with me. Inspiration won’t burn in a cold place.”

She dropped her lids, still looking at him. “Isn’t Adam inspiring?” she asked.

“He couldn’t furnish the particular sort of inspiration I am needing for my moonlight picture,” said Knight.

He spoke deliberately, but his brows were slightly drawn, belying the coolness of his speech.

“What is the sort of inspiration you are wanting?” asked Columbine.

He smiled with a hint of provocation. “I’ll tell you that when we get there.”

Her answering smile was infinitely more provocative than his. “That will be very interesting,” she said.

Knight closed his sketch-book. “I am glad to know,” he said thoughtfully, “that you please yourself, Miss Columbine. In doing so, you have the happy knack of pleasing–others.”

He made her a slight, courtly bow, and turned away.

He left her still standing at the table, looking after him with perplexity and gathering resolution in her eyes.

CHAPTER III

THE MINOTAUR

“Not stopping to supper even? Well, you must be a darned looney!”

Adam sat down astride his wood-block with the words, and looked up at his son with the aggressive expression of a Scotch terrier daring a Newfoundland.

Rufus, with his hands in his pockets, leaned against the woodshed. He made no reply of any sort to his father’s brisk observation. Obviously it made not the faintest impression upon him.

After a moment or two he spoke, his pipe in the corner of his mouth. “If that chap bathes off the Spear Point rocks when the tide’s at the spring he’ll get into difficulties.”

“Who says he does?” demanded Adam.

Rufus jerked his head. “I saw him–from my place–this afternoon. Tide was going down, or the current would have caught him. Better warn him.”

“I did,” responded Adam sharply. “Warned him long ago. Warned him of the quicksand, too.”

Rufus grunted. “Then he’s only himself to thank. Or maybe he doesn’t know a spring tide from a neap.”

“Oh, he’s not such a fool as that,” said Adam.

Rufus grunted once again, and relapsed into silence.

It was at this point that Mrs. Peck showed her portly person at the back door of The Ship.

“Why, Rufus,” she said, “I thought you was in the front with Columbine.”

Rufus stood up with the deference that he never omitted to pay to Adam’s wife. “So I was,” he said. “I came along here after to talk to Adam.”

Mrs. Peck’s round eyes gave him a searching look. “Did you have your mulberry wine?” she asked.

“Yes, Mother.”

“You were mighty quick about it,” commented Mrs. Peck.

“Yes, he’s in a hurry,” said Adam, with one of his birdlike glances. “Can’t stop for anything, missus. Wants to get back to his supper.”

“I never!” said Mrs. Peck. “You aren’t in that hurry, Rufus, surely! Just as I was going to ask you to do something to oblige me, too!”

“What’s that?” said Rufus.

Mrs. Peck descended into the yard with a hint of mystery. “Well, just this,” she said confidentially. “That there Mr. Knight, he’s a very nice young gentleman; but he’s an artist, and you know, artists don’t look at things like ordinary folk. He wants to get a moonlight picture of the Spear Point, and he’s got our Columbine to say she’ll take him there tonight. Well, now, I don’t think it’s right, and I told her so. But, of course, she come out as pat as anything with him being an artist and different-like from the rest. Still, I said as I’d rather she didn’t, and Adam had better take him, because of the quicksand, you know. It wouldn’t be hardly safe to let him go alone. He’s a bit foolhardy too. But Adam’s not so young as you, Rufus, and he was out before sunrise. So I thought as how maybe you’d step into the breach and take Mr. Knight along. Come, you won’t refuse?”