"Oh, sir," he said humbly, "a person is always willing to do
whatever makes him the most useful."
"Little Cawthorne and Bennietod," went on St. George, "ten to one
will take to the trail to-night, if they haven't already. They'll be
coming to Med and reorganizing the police force, or raising a
standing army or starting a subway. You'd do well to drop down and
give them some idea of what's happened, and I fancy you'd better all
be somewhere about on the day after to-morrow, at noon. Not that
there will be any wedding at that time," explained St. George
carefully, "although there may be something to see, all the same.
But you might tell them, you know, that Miss Holland is due to marry
the prince then. Can you get back to the yacht alone?"
Rollo hadn't thought of that, and his mask fell once more into its
lines of misery.
"I don't know, sir," he said doubtfully, "most men can go up a steep
place all right. It's comin' down that's hard on the knees. And if I
was to try it alone, sir--"
Jarvo made a sign of reassurance.
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