"The Baxters! Oh, I am afraid of those people more afraid than I ever was of Mr. Crabtree."
"They are certainly more daring, but no worse morally than Crabtree." Tom ran his hand through his curly hair in perplexity. "Who is aboard of this boat?"
"Mr. Crabtree and myself, two sailors, and one of the sailors' wives, who has been waiting on me."
"Not a very large crowd."
"Mr. Crabtree said he did not wish too many along."
"How long have you been here on the lake?"
"Several days. I did not wish to go, but, but—"
"He has an influence over you?"
"Yes, a strange influence I cannot understand. Oh, I am so wretched!" And the lady suddenly burst into tears.
"Don't, please don't!" said Tom, all sympathy at once. "It's Crabtree's work, and he shan't harm you. I'll see you safe back to Dora and home."
"Will you?" she demanded eagerly. "I do not wish to marry unless Dora is pleased. She said—"
