"Well, I don't like drunken men."

"Neither do I."

"We're agreed on one thing then, aren't we?"

Chester laughed with her. Elder Malby was pacing the deck, awaiting the
call for breakfast; but Chester did not join him.

"The man bothered me yesterday," she said, "and again last night. He
wished to get acquainted, he claimed."

"You don't know him, then?"

"I've never seen him before. Papa has had to remain very quiet, and I
haven't been around much. That fellow made me afraid."

"Well, he'll not bother you again. If he does, let me know."

"Thank you very much--"

The call for breakfast came to them faintly, then grew louder as the
beaten gong came up from below to the deck.

"I must get papa and take him to breakfast. Let me thank you again, and
good morning."

He might have accompanied her down, but he just stood there watching
her. Elder Malby came up, and the two went down together.