ming to herself as she counted over her packages and added up her expenditure. She looked up presently, and saw Ken walking toward her. He was alone. Even then, it was a whole second before there came over her a hideous, sickening rush of fear.
She flew to meet him. "Where's the boat—Ken, where's the boat?"
"The boat? I left her temporarily tied up. What's the mat—" At that moment he saw the empty gray water at the pier head. Two breathless voices spoke together:
"Where's Kirk?"
"He was in the boat," Felicia gasped hoarsely. "I ran back after the groceries."
Ken was at the end of the wharf in one agonized leap. In another second he had the frayed, wet end of rope in his hand.
"That salvaged line!" he said. "Phil, couldn't you see that only her stern line was made fast? I left her half-moored till I came back. That rope was rotten, and it got jammed in here and chafed till it parted."
"It's my fault," Felicia breathed.
"Mine," Ken snapped. "Oh, my heavens! look at the fog!"
