And she was
taking her Stetson hat with her, along with the cartridge-belt and the
long-barrelled revolver. He suddenly discovered an immense affection for
those fripperies of hers at which he had secretly laughed when first he
saw them. He became aware of the sentimental direction in which his
fancy was leading him, and felt inclined to laugh. But he did not laugh.
The next moment he was busy visioning the hat, and belt, and revolver.
Undoubtedly this was love, he thought, and he felt a tiny glow of pride
in him in that the Solomons had not succeeded in killing all his
sentiment.
An hour later, Christian Young stood up, knocked out his pipe, and
prepared to go aboard and get under way.
"She's all right," he said, apropos of nothing spoken, and yet distinctly
relevant to what was in each of their minds. "She's got a good boat's-
crew, and she's a sailor herself. Good-night, Mr. Sheldon. Anything I
can do for you down Marau-way?" He turned and pointed to a widening
space of starry sky. "It's going to be a fine night after all. With
this favouring bit of breeze she has sail on already, and she'll make
Guvutu by daylight. Good-night."
"I guess I'll turn in, old man," Tudor said, rising and placing his glass
on the table.
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