Chapter 55

“You can give him up, and you mustn’t say good-by to him,” Jane spoke with earnestness. “Marty, come with me now, before he gets here.” And so it happened that Rickey, reaching the yacht, looked up at the rail and saw no silver figure under the moon. He had thought Marty would be waiting. He had picked out a place on the beach; the clergyman, a young fellow with a bit of romance about him, had promised to be there. The two men who took them over would be witnesses. In the boat Rickey had orange blossoms, a great bo…