You could never understand.
Go back to the girl.

Maybe she'll explain." "The girl ?" At the wild hope in that voice Harrigan shuddered, and he could not look up.
"Harrigan, what do you mean ?" "Don't ask me.

Leave me alone, McTee." "Here's a mystery," said the Scotchman, "and our little party is postponed.

The date is changed, that's all.

Remember!" He stepped off through the trees in the direction of the shelter on the beach, leaving Harrigan to throw himself upon the ground in a paroxysm of shame and hate.
But McTee, with hope to spur him on--a vague hope; a thought half formed and therefore doubly delightful--went with great strides until he came to Kate where she sat tending the fire.