Masters regretted his reproachful speech the moment it was uttered. Instantly changed its tone; put up a warning finger as he cried threateningly:
"Dick!"
"I know it, dear old chap; I know what my intent was. But don't let's talk about it now."
"Or ever again."
The cloud cleared from the lad's face; he responded heartily:
"Right!"
At the moment the gong sounded in the engine-room. An air of bustle pervaded the ship. They looked to discover the cause.
"Hullo! Why, look here! Here we are at Madeira."
They were. So absorbed had they been in conversation as not to notice how near they were to land. The usual excitement of a stoppage now occupied their attention.
The vessel was to stay at Madeira for a time. Stores had to be taken in and the passengers allowed a chance of seeing the place before the vessel was turned for her homeward voyage.