“No! nor I don't care, so long as it is in your service I go.”
“Still it is a long journey.”
“Oh, is it? Your health then, and my happy return.”
“You are not afraid of the sea or the wind?”
“I am afraid of nothing but your wrath, and—and—the law. The sea be hanged, and the wind be blowed! When I see your talent and energy, and hold your checkbook in my hand and your instructions in my pocket, I feel to play at football with the world. When shall I start?”
“To-morrow morning.”
“To-night, if you like. Where am I to go to?”
“To AUSTRALIA!”
That single word suspended the glass going to Crawley's lips, and the chuckle coming from them. A dead silence on both sides followed it. And now two colorless faces looked into one another's eyes across the table.