Chapter XIII
THE BIVOUAC IN THE MARSHES
MILLER walked across the dunes, elated at first by the fugitive caress, but after a moment his depression returned, heavier than before. He had hoped the interview would lead to some solution of Tony’s adventure, to the unveiling of the entire affair. Yet all it had brought him on that side was the girl’s avowal that she possessed an instinct which warned her when the lurking danger gathered itself menacingly.
He stepped into the dingy and pushed off. Before he had reached the boat Morgan came opposite him.
“Want to fish? ” Morgan called. “I’m going to try my luck at the lower end of the inlet.”
“Haven’t breakfasted,” Miller answered, “Bring your boat over.”
Morgan stopped his engine, pulled at the tiller, and drifted close. Miller studied h
