"The port screw," he paused to tell the waiting girl, "struck a bit of
wreckage and broke a blade. Absolutely no danger. We will be delayed a
little getting to port, that's all. I am glad you had the nerve to sit
quiet," he added.
"I didn't know what else to do," she said.
She rose and gathered her belongings to her. Going to the entrance she
passed so near that he could have touched her. Yet she gave no sign of
knowledge that he was there; he was ready to believe that he had been
mistaken in thinking that her regard had penetrated his retreat. In the
doorway she turned.
"Good-night," she said, in a voice that thrilled in his pulses.
"And--thank you."
VI
Sixth day out.
Bump! And we're three days late.
Suits me. I don't care if we never get in.
SMITH'S LOG.
Whoso will, may
