Something was missing.

He did not acknowledge to himself what it was until, as if to convict him, he saw Mary Standish come out of the door leading from her cabin passageway, and stand alone at the rail of the ship.

For a moment he hesitated, then quietly he came up beside her.
"It has been a wonderful day, Miss Standish," he said, "and Cordova is only a few hours ahead of us." She scarcely turned her face and continued to look off into the shrouding darkness of the sea.

"Yes, a wonderful day, Mr.Holt," she repeated after him, "and Cordova is only a few hours ahead." Then, in the same soft, unemotional voice, she added: "I want to thank you for last night.

You brought me to a great decision." "I fear I did not help you." It may have been fancy of the gathering dusk, that made him believe he caught a shuddering movement of her slim shoulders.
"I thought there were two ways," she said, "but you made me see there was only _one_." She emphasized that word.