Harding.
"Very good, sir," replied the officer, turning to give the
necessary commands.
The officers and men of the Halfmoon swarmed up the sides
of the Lotus, dark-visaged, fierce, and forbidding.
"Reminds me of a boarding party of pirates," remarked
Billy Mallory, as he watched Blanco, the last to throw a leg
over the rail, reach the deck.
"They're not very pretty, are they?" murmured Barbara
Harding, instinctively shrinking closer to her companion.
"'Pretty' scarcely describes them, Barbara," said Billy; "and
do you know that somehow I am having difficulty in imagining
them on their knees giving up thanks to the Lord for their
rescue--that was your recent idea of 'em, you will recall."
"If you have purposely set yourself the task of being more
than ordinarily disagreeable today, Billy," said Barbara sweetly,
"I'm sure it will please you to know that you are succeeding."
"I'm glad I'm successful at something then," laughed the
man. "I've certainly been unsuccessful enough in another
matter."
"What, for example?" asked Barbara, innocently.
"Why in trying to make myself so agreeable heretofore that
you'd finally consent to say 'yes' for a change."
"Now you are going to make it all the worse by being
stupid," cried the girl petulantly.
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