In the end, after a hasty arrangement, concluded by letter with the captain of the boat, he escorted Millie Tavish to the beach.
She called down on his head all the unhappiness her vocabulary could verbalise; she threw with charming impartiality the battle of Bannockburn and Bunker's Hill at his stolid British head. She invoked the shades of Washington and William Wallace.
"You shall hear of this," she said as she stepped into the surf-boat. "I'm going to tell the story to every paper."
"Thank you!" said Sanders, his helmet in his hand. "I feel I deserve it."
He watched the boat making a slow progress to the ship and returned to his bungalow.
CHAPTER IV
THE FALL OF THE EMPEROR
"My poor soul!" said the Houssa captain.
He looked down into the long-seated chair where Sanders sprawled limply.
"And is the owdacious female gone?" asked the soldier.