She went down the hill, Markham following. She stood before the broken
machine and looked at it dejectedly.

"Well?" he asked.

"I'm afraid you're right. It will have to be repaired. I'll go back
by boat."

He smiled.

"Of course. But in the meanwhile I'm afraid you'll have to trust to my
hospitality--such as it is."

She turned toward him quickly.

"You mean--"

"The boat--my only means of communication, won't be here until
Thursday."

Her jaw dropped and her blue eyes were quite round in dismay.

"You can't mean it!"

"It's the truth."

"Have you no boats? Does no one come here from the mainland?"

"No. I arranged that. I came here to work and didn't want to be