“Buy a yacht, sir?”
“No, I leave that to Mr. Crispin, so you can still take service under him, and make Zoe stewardess. But we are all looking at the black side of things; the mountain may remain quiet, in which case I will still stay here and carry out Justinian’s scheme of the new Hellas.”
“Hear! hear!” cried Dick, lifting his glass. “Beggin’ pardon, sir, but here’s to the health of Mr. Justinian!”
“Coupled with the name of Mr. Roylands, who is a hero,” said Justinian, bowing his thanks for the compliment.
“And add Helena’s name also, for she is a heroine,” cried Maurice gayly. “Now then, uncle, Dick, Helena, Zoe! three cheers for our noble selves!”
These were given, and after that, quite worn out, all retired to rest.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
THE PREY OF THE GODS.
Far down the valley the altars are reared,
The off’ring no power can delay;
For gods never honored, yet gods ever feared,