We'd better put him in your room under the mosquito-netting, and send a boat off to tell Dr.
Welshmere to bring his instruments." An hour afterward, Dr.Welshmere left the patient comfortable and attended to, and went down to the beach to go on board, promising to come back to dinner.

Joan and Sheldon, standing on the veranda, watched him depart.
"I'll never have it in for the missionaries again since seeing them here in the Solomons," she said, seating herself in a steamer-chair.
She looked at Sheldon and began to laugh.
"That's right," he said.

"It's the way I feel, playing the fool and trying to murder a guest." "But you haven't told me what it was all about." "You," he answered shortly.
"Me?
But you just said it wasn't." "Oh, it wasn't the kiss." He walked over to the railing and leaned against it, facing her.

"But it was about you all the same, and I may as well tell you.

You remember, I warned you long ago what would happen when you wanted to become a partner in Berande.