CHAPTER VIII
SHEILA
The captain of the Seamew held the two struggling, cursing men as though they were small boys. His eyes flamed a question at the girl. She understood and nodded, if ever so faintly.
"I ought to send both of you to the hospital," said Tunis in a grim voice. "But I'm satisfied if you beg her pardon and let her go." This to the restaurant proprietor.
The man opened his lips to emit something besides an apology, although the smaller man was already quelled. But the look in Tunis Latham's face made the black-haired man pause.
"Well, she can't cause a disturbance here. But I meant no offense."
The smaller man hastened to add:
"So help me! I was that mad I didn't know what I said. I didn't mean nothing."
Tunis nodded solemnly.