"Now send them away."

She looked at him an instant longer with a light coming slowly up
behind her eyes. Then she leaned out and waved to the chuckling
semicircle.

"Run away for a while," she said; "I want to talk to my brother."

She patted the thick red hair to emphasize the relationship, and the
little crowd departed, laughing uproariously. Harrigan slipped the
carnation into the jetty hair. His hand lingered a moment against the
soft masses, and she drew it down, grown suddenly serious.

"There are three policemen in the shadow of that cottage over there.
They're watching you."

"Ah-h!"

The sound was so soft that it was almost a sigh, but she shivered
perceptibly.

"What have you been doing?"

He answered regretfully: "Nothing."

"They're coming this way. The man who had the carnation is with them.
You better beat it."

"Nope. I like it here."