XIV. Able SeamanWe were still in the sitting-room of our suite when the trumpet sounded on deck for luncheon. Instantly a strong feeling of excitement took possession of me and I couldn’t keep my eyes off the door. Mme. Storey smiled provokingly.
“Listening for his footsteps,” she murmured.
Time passed and nothing happened. The minutes were like hours. It was impossible to sit still. “He isn’t coming!” I said.
Almost as I spoke the door opened without a sound. Les Farman slipped in and closed it behind him. He snatched off his cap, and stood against the door, smiling at us.
“Made it!” he said. “I had to look sharp and get everybody placed.”
Blond and blue-eyed as a viking, his shoulders were so broad you didn’t realize how tall he was until you compared him with the size of the door.
