As if challenged, she calmly took possession of his arm.
Halfway round the deck, Alan began to sense the fact that there was a decidedly pleasant flavor to the whole thing.

The girl's hand did not merely touch his arm; it was snuggled there confidently, and she was necessarily so close to him that when he looked down, the glossy coils of her hair were within a few inches of his face.

His nearness to her, together with the soft pressure of her hand on his arm, was a jolt to his stoicism.
"It's not half bad," he expressed himself frankly.

"I really believe I am going to enjoy answering your questions, Miss Standish." "Oh!" He felt the slim, little figure stiffen for an instant.

"You thought--possibly--I might be dangerous ?" "A little.