“The more fool I,” she said, and left the room.
CHAPTER II
The big man and the little man sat and looked at the patch on the carpet, till for one of them the ragged place disappeared.
A big tear splashed on the grimy little hand.
But out of the mist, a voice: “Can’t you think of any safer sort of games?”
The balked navigator sniffed audibly, and with the back of his hand he made a dirty smear across his wet face. “We don’t any of us seem to care much about vem, if vey are too safe.”
“H’m,” and with a faint smile Mar resumed his writing.