It will land you in Tulagi in a few hours."
"As if that would settle it," was the retort.
"I don't understand," Sheldon said simply.
"Then it is because you don't wish to understand."
"Still I don't understand," Sheldon said in steady, level tones. "All
that is clear to me is that you are exaggerating your own blunder into
something serious."
Tudor grinned maliciously and replied,--
"It would seem that you are doing the exaggerating, inviting me to leave
in your whale-boat. It is telling me that Berande is not big enough for
the pair of us. Now let me tell you that the Solomon Islands is not big
enough for the pair of us. This thing's got to be settled between us,
and it may as well be settled right here and now."
"I can understand your fire-eating manners as being natural to you,"
Sheldon went on wearily, "but why you should try them on me is what I
can't comprehend. You surely don't want to quarrel with me."
"I certainly do."
"But what in heaven's name for?"
Tudor surveyed him with withering disgust.
"You haven't the soul of a louse. I suppose any man could make love to
your wife--"
"But I have no wife," Sheldon interrupted.
"Then you ought to have. The situation is outrageous. You might at
least marry her, as I am honourably willing to do.
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