The eternal smile on his face was intensified, as he glanced from one to the other of the pair.
"Well," he said, and his black eyes strayed as if by accident to Claire's face, "our heroic friend seems to have cracked under the strain, eh?
Cut and ran, like a rabbit.

Frankly, my dear Milo, you'd do better to put your reliance on me.

A man who will run away,--with a woman looking on, too--and leaving you both in the lurch, after promising to--" There was a clatter on the veranda, and Roke's enormous bulk shouldered its way through what was left of the group of sailors, his roustabout costume at ugly variance with their neat attire.
"Did you find him ?" demanded Hade, turning at the sound.
"No!" panted Roke, in keen excitement.

"But we'd better clear out, Boss! All Dade County's liable to be here in another five minutes.

The old Ghost Tree's on fire.