"You needn't be. I was the easiest kind of a mark. I would have drowned if it hadn't been for you."
"And both of us would undoubtedly have gone down had it not been for the stoker, Smith. What do you make of that, Bob?"
Jarvis halted reflectively.
"I think," announced the lad wisely, "that he was—was—what do you say a fellow is suffering from when he goes dippy up here?" tapping the top of his head.
"Temporary aberration?"
"That's it. I wish I could think of things ready-made, the way you do. Well, I believe he must have been suffering from that. He'll be wanting to lick us again the minute he sets eyes on us."
"Here he comes now. He's just come up from his watch. Oh, Smith!"
The stoker halted, then started on again. Steve grasped his arm. The fellow shook the lad loose.
"See here, we want to talk to you."
Smith halted reluctantly.