“Of course.”
“I wouldn’t like that,” declared Shirley. “I don’t mind the English. My grandmother was English, you know.”
“Well, I guess my sympathies are a little that way, too,” agreed Dick.
The wireless now began to sputter as messages were exchanged between the Yucatan and the British cruiser. The latter had approached close enough to make out the Yucatan, and now signalled her to proceed on her course.
As the big ship of war turned and made off, a second ovation was given her by the passengers. Men waved their hats and women their handkerchiefs.
Suddenly Shirley seized Dick by the arm, and pointed, whispering:
“Look at that!”
Far aft, Henry Bristow gazed across the water at the British cruiser, and Shirley had perceived that there was hate in his eyes. Even as Dick looked in the direction Shirley pointed, Bristow raised a fist and shook it fiercely at the receding war vessel, while strange words issued from between his lips.
CHAPTER VI.—SHIRLEY LENDS AID.
“Look, Mabel, did you see that woman steal that bolt of silk?”