The captain, was concerned with something far more serious than Andy's matrimonial failures.
"What makes you think it's Hascombe?" he asked.
"What makes everybody think so?" asked Andy. "What makes him think so himself?"
The captain lost no time in finding Mrs. Weston, and laying the case before her.
"He's got to be headed off," he said anxiously. "It 's getting serious."
"It certainly looks so after yesterday and last night. But I can't for the life of me see why you oppose it. He's really a tremendous catch, and it's no wonder Bobby's head is turned. We are all a bit daft over him since he condescended to notice us."
"Suffering Moses!" exploded the captain. "Let any fool come along and shed a few drops of blood, then kiss his hand to the grand stand, and he's got the women at his feet! I thought Bobby had more sense than to cotton to that gilded rooster. I've a good mind to lock her up in her stateroom until we reach Hong-Kong."
Mrs. Weston shook her head and smiled.
"You can't manage her that way. She is the sweetest thing that ever was, but she is the kind of girl that can't be forced."
"Well, she shall be!" cried the captain, with savage determination. "I headed her off once, and I'll do it again. I tell you, I'd rather see her dead than married to an Englishman."