But the fears of the morning modified her thanks.

Moreover the momentary uneasiness of her father had not escaped her notice and she was wondering upon its cause.
"Father," she resumed, "I saw Captain Barstow in Weymouth this morning." Though her eyes were on his face, and perhaps because her eyes were resting there with so quiet a watchfulness, she could detect no self-betrayal now.

Garratt Skinner stared at her in pure astonishment.
Then the astonishment gave place to annoyance.
"Barstow!" he said angrily.

He lay back in the hammock, looking up to the boughs overhead, his face wrinkled and perplexed.

"He has found us out and followed us, Sylvia.