“Yes.”
“I think we can match them both in England. I wish we couldn’t.”
On the third evening, however, there was a genuine sensation.
Some one raised the cry of “Fire!” and for five minutes there was a grand commotion. Those who were in their staterooms rushed out in dismay, and there was much rushing to and fro and wild confusion.
Among those who ran out of their staterooms were Gerald and Noel Brooke, but both of them were calm and collected. The Englishman looked about him quickly, but could see no signs of fire.
“I believe it is a false alarm, Gerald.”
At this moment one of the officers of the steamer passed by.
“Is there any fire?” asked Gerald.
“No; I should like to get hold of the miscreant who raised the cry. There is not the slightest indication of fire anywhere.”