as the man who mends the boats is a fellow you'll have to avoid, should you ever see him again—which of course is not likely."
She had turned and was looking out at the lights in the street below. "Yes?"
"Who do you suppose the scoundrel is ?"
"I'm sure I don't know," she faltered.
"A military convict . Attacked an officer. Served time at Leavenworth."
Katie was intent upon the lights down below.
"And what do you suppose he was prying around the Island for?"
"I'm sure I have no idea," she managed to say.
"Going to write a play —a play about the army ! Now what do you think of that?
Darrett found out about it. Oh just the man, you see, to write a play about the army! And some sensationalists here are going to put it on. It's the most damnable insolen
