"I believe you aren't
interested," she added, in another and more reproachful tone.
He leaned forward. "You're wrong there," he said, slowly.
"I'm deeply interested."
She glanced at him again. His tone reassured her, but his
words left her uncertain; Chilcote was rarely emphatic. With
a touch of hesitation she went on with her tale:
"As I told you, he was the first to find us--to find me, I
should say, for my stupid maid was having hysterics farther up
the line, and Ko Ko was lost. I remember the first thing I
did was to send him in search of Ko Ko--"
Notwithstanding his position, Loder found occasion to smile.
"Did he succeed?" he said, dryly.
"Succeed? Oh yes, he succeeded." She also smiled involuntarily.
"Poor Ko Ko was stowed away under the luggage-van; and after
quite a lot of trouble he pulled him out. When it was all done
the dog was quite unhurt and livelier than ever, but the
Englishman had his finger almost bitten through. Ko Ko was a
dear, but his teeth and his temper were both very sharp!" She
laughed once more in soft amusement.
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