"It's delightful to have to deal with such a charming girl as you are, Miss—Ruth."
They laughed happily.
"It's getting late," she said, drawing herself up out of the warm nest that Drew had made for her, "and I think I really ought to go below."
"Don't go yet," he begged. "It isn't a bit late."
"How late is it?" she asked.
He drew out his watch and looked at it in the moonlight.
"I told you it wasn't late," he declared, putting the watch back in his pocket.
"You don't dare let me look at it," she laughed.
"It must be fast," he affirmed.
"You're a deceiver," she retorted. "Really I must go. You wouldn't rob me of my beauty sleep, would you?"