"But, listen.
Suppose the upper jam breaks and the lower jam holds ?" He looked at her steadily till he grasped the full import.

His face flushed, and with a quick intake of the breath he straightened up and threw back his head.

He made a sweeping gesture as though to include the island.

"Then you, and I, the tent, the boats, cabins, trees, everything, and La Bijou! Pouf! and all are gone, to the devil!" Frona shook her head.

"It is too bad." "Bad?
Pardon.