"Are ye hurt? No? Come on, then, or we'll get left." He spoke
quietly, though his breath was loud, and, glancing down, she saw
the huddled form of the sailor whom he had fought.

"That's all right--he ain't hurt. It's a Jap trick I learned.
Hurry up!"

They ran swiftly down the wharf, followed by Glenister and by the
groans of the sailors in whom the lust for combat had been
quenched. As they scrambled up the Santa Maria's gang-plank, a
strip of water widened between the boat and the pier.

"Close shave, that," panted Glenister, feeling his throat
gingerly, "but I wouldn't have missed it for a spotted pup."

"I've been through b'iler explosions and snowslides, not to
mention a triflin' jail-delivery, but fer real sprightly
diversions I don't recall nothin' more pleasin' than this."
Dextry's enthusiasm was boylike.

"What kind of men are you?" the girl laughed nervously, but got no
answer.

They led her to their deck cabin, where they switched on the
electric light, blinking at each other and at their unknown guest.

They saw a graceful and altogether attractive figure in a trim,
short skirt and long, tan boots. But what Glenister first saw was
her eyes; large and gray, almost brown under the electric light.