It was all she could do to hide her anger when, in full sight of the guides, he swept her up into his arms and kissed her several times.

Possibly she would have been really angered, deeply angered, had she realized that these cyclones were due, as a rule, not so much to appreciation of her as to the necessity of a strong counter-irritant to a sudden attack of awe of her as a fine lady and doubt of his own ability to cope with her.

"Good-by, Rita," cried he, releasing her as suddenly as he had seized her and rushing toward the landing.

"If I don't get back till the last minute be sure you're ready.
Anything that isn't ready will be left behind--anything or anybody!" The idea of revolt, of refusing to go, appealed to her first anger strongly.

But, on consideration, she saw that merely asserting her rights would not be enough--that she must train him to respect them.