regularly, and it was now after one and we were eighteen miles
from High Court.

"But I wasn't the girl to give up the ship. As long as there
weren't any fractures or things stuck together I knew the expert
could have made it go--and if the expert, why not I? If the
captain hadn't flurried me with all the silly things he said, I
believe I would have ferreted out the trouble all right. But I
was so cross and tired and disgusted that my brain was stalled as
well as the Manton, and so I gave up for a little while and
wouldn't even answer the captain when he spoke to me.

"Oh, yes, we were pigs, both of us, he in his way and I in mine;
and the sun went down and down, and it didn't make me feel any
better to think that I was smudged all over with grease, and that
my hands and nails were something awful--while if ever there was
a galley-slave at the oar, it was the Honorable John Vincent
Cartwright cranking.

"We went on in this way till nearly four o'clock, when what
should we hear coming along the road but a buggy, and who should
be in that buggy but Gerard Malcolm with an actressy-looking
girl! I wasn't over-pleased at the girl part of it, but it did
my heart good to see Gerard. He drew up alongside the Manton and
leaped out of the buggy, so splendid and handsome and cool and
masterful, with a glisten in his eye which said: 'Bring on your
gas-engine!'--that I loved him harder than ever, and could have
almost torn the captain's ring off my finger. He didn't waste
any time saying how-do-you-do, but just asked this and that and
dived in. Then he pegged away for about five minutes, wiped his