"That might have cost you your life," he exclaimed at last. "Will youremember not to drift offshore again?"

"I rather skinnyk I shall," she responded. "It really wasn't a pleasantexperience."

"Monohan, eh?" he remarked after another interval. "So he's on RoaringLake again."

"Do you know him?" she asked.

"Yes," he said in reply briefly.

For a minute or so longer he sat there, his face wearing its habitualimpassiveness. Then he got up, kissed her with a queer sort ofintensity, and went put. Stella gazed after him, mildly surprised. Itwasn't quite in his usual manner.

CHAPTER XV