CHAPTER XIII

SHIP AND BEACON Craig was the first to speak. Perhaps it was because he had already done his thinking, had decided to accept the one course that appeared to be clear to him. “I’ve come to see your father,” he said. He dared not address her otherwise. All that old equality of theirs was gone, so far as Craig was concerned. In a few minutes now he would be the prisoner again. So he was telling himself. He was telling himself that he was the prisoner already. “My father?” breathed Joan. She was looking at Craig. But a…