"Fine old gent. Even if his politics does differ from mine I'm not agen him as such."
Farquharson stared at the sea. "Well, your friend Fairbanks, the Admiral, has done what might be expected from him."
"I reckon you know him better'n I do."
"Brown, you have done devilish work." Farquharson's face turned on the other.
"Cap', if it's harm to you personal, I'm sorry. If it's to your side in politics, as I reckon it is, I'm all-fired glad."
The Captain continued looking at Brown for a minute. His frown faded. "You've had your adventure, old man, and you've hunted big game. Yes, by Jove! and bagged it too." A curious smile crept over his features.
"Well, I haven't got it with me, Cap'."
"Say, Brown, when you went out yesterday toward that warship of yours, did you see that the Cyane——"
"No, you don't, Cap'. That there's where secrets come in, secrets from you and your side."
"Boom! Boom!—Boom! Boom! Boom!—Boom! Boom!" sounded from the sea.