"Please accept my humblest apology, mademoiselle." Bill's eyes twinkled though his tone was utterly serious. "I can assure you--"
Dorothy's merry laugh rang out--her mood had passed as suddenly as it had come. "Don't be absurd. Tell me--why are you piloting a rumrunner?"
"Rumrunner? What do you mean?"
"If this isn't a rumrunner, why do you carry that machine gun and the rifles and revolvers in the armsrack?"
"Just part of our equipment, that's all."
Dorothy's impatience flared up again. "Why do you talk such nonsense?"
"Nonsense?"
"Certainly. You don't mean to tell me that you took a boat of this size on long cruises!"
Bill grinned in the darkness. "But you see," he chuckled, "this isn't a boat."
"Well, what is it then?"