The life-saver hesitated. “I’d like to,” he said. “But my study——”
“There’ll be some sport, if we get within reach of the man out there,” Orme put in.
“Well—I’ll do it—though the chances are that they will make their repairs and be off again before we come within a mile.”
“I’m much obliged to you,” said Orme. “If you would let me make it right——”
“For taking you out in another man’s boat? No, sir.”
“I know. Well—my name is Orme, not Holmes.”
“And mine,” grinned the life-saver, “is Porter.”
A man turned in from the drive, and sauntered toward them.
“There’s my relief,” said Porter. “Hello, Kelmsley.”
“Hello,” replied the newcomer.