THE SUPERABOUNDING RAMSEY
In his hurricane-deck chair, with eyes out ahead on the water, John Courteney gently took his son's hand as the latter, returning to his side, stood without a word.
"Tucked in, are they, both of them?"
No reply.
"Hugh, I hear certain gentlemen are coming to ask me to put our deck passengers ashore."
"You can't do it, sir."
"Would you like to tell them so?"
"I'd like nothing better."
"Now that you've tasted blood, eh?"
No reply.