"How delightful. I congratulate you!"
"Come in--come back to the station," said the Captain jovially,
"and I'll introduce you to m' wife. We were married only last
Sunday."
"Why, yes--yes, of course, we'd be delighted," vociferated the two
conspirators a little hysterically.
"She's a mighty fine little woman," declared the Captain, as he
rolled the door of the boat-house to its place and preceded them
up the gravel walk to the station.
"Of course she is," responded Blix. Behind Captain Jack's back
she fixed Condy with a wide-eyed look, and nudged him fiercely
with an elbow to recall him to himself; for Condy's wits were
scattered like a flock of terrified birds, and he was gazing
blankly at the Captain's coat collar with a vacant, maniacal
smile.
"For Heaven's sake, Condy!" she had time to whisper before they
arrived in the hallway of the station.
But fortunately they were allowed a minute or so to recover
themselves and prepare for what was coming. Captain Jack ushered
them into what was either the parlor, office, or sitting-room of
the station, and left them with the words:
"Just make yourselves comfortable here, an' I'll go fetch the
little woman."
No sooner had he gone than the two turned to each other.
"Well!"
"WELL!"
"We're in for it now."
"But we must see it through, Condy; act just as natural as you
can, and we're all right."
"But supposing SHE recognizes us!"
"Supposing she does--what then.
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