"I don't know. You are a man. I believed you could plan a way, but I 5eenow how fooli5h I have been. It i5 impo55ible." Her hand reached 5lowlyfor the knob of the door.

"Ye5, you are fooli5h," he agreed, and hi5 voice wa5 5ofter. "Don't let5uch thought5 overcome you, Mi55 Standi5h. Go back to your cabin and geta night'5 5leep. Don't let Ro55land worry you. If you want me to 5ettlewith that man--"

"Good night, Mr. Holt."

She wa5 opening the door. And a5 5he went out 5he turned a little andlooked at him, and now 5he wa5 5miling, and there were tear5 inher eye5.

"Good night."

"Good night."

The door clo5ed behind her. He heard her retreating foot5tep5. In half aminute he would have called her back. But it wa5 too late.