Garth replaced the mask, shrugging his shoulders, and turned to the others. The leader laughed lightly, with satisfaction.
"Never dreamed it was as bad as that, Simmons. You're right. Don't blame you, but you must see we had to be sure."
Garth nodded. He sat down. Let the girl speak. Until then he would play his part.
"Looks as if the stool lost a leg somewhere," he said.
He studied Nora. Her face hidden, she remained shrinking against the wall. Still she did not speak.
George stepped to her side and put his arm around her.
"Forget it, little girl. Wish I'd looked for you."
She shook his arm off and pushed him away.
"Forget it yourself, George," the leader warned. "You ought to have learned that won't go with Nora."
"She knows I'm no butterfly," George answered sullenly.
His touch had aroused her. She straightened and turned wild eyes on the gray mask. Garth waited then for her to betray him, but she only stammered a little.
"He's right. A pleasant sight for ladies! Boat—must have thrown them off the track."
She laughed hysterically. She sank on the end of the bench.
