He
would win her away from them all.
All the way across the river he had been aware of Colonel Grand's
close proximity to the little party of three. He stood, with Roberta,
across the forward deck, leaning against the rail, his arms folded. At
no time did he withdraw his gaze from the figure of Mary Braddock. Her
back was toward him,--resolutely, it seemed to David,--and she must
have been conscious of the carnal eyes bent upon her. Somehow David
had the feeling that she was battling against the impulse to turn in
response to the hypnotic command.
He hung back, biding his time, until the party had disappeared inside
the ferry building. Then he hastened toward one of the exits, intent
on securing a cab. He had made up his mind not to accost them; he
would not present himself unexpectedly at a time and place when
embarrassment to them might be the result.
From somewhere at the edge of the crowd a thin, sardonic voice called
out to him:
"So long, David. You know how it feels yourself now, don't you?" He
knew who the speaker was without looking.
Mrs. Braddock was standing at the counter of the telegraph office near
one of the street doors.
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