"Up oars!" cried Dudley, intent on bringing the cutter up in good form, and in a moment more they were clambering up the gang-steps, and Mollie's question went unanswered.
"Hullo, Farr," called Dick cheerfully, and thus addressed, Lieutenant Farr left the wheel and moved leisurely forward.
"You will have to individualize for yourself, old fellow, for it would be impossible for me to name all these charming people."
"Time enough," spoke Farr, in a well-modulated voice, as he raised his cap and glanced at the group before him.
"Come, let us get off," he said, turning abruptly to the men, and soon the Cyclone was sailing lazily away before a light breeze.
"How delightful!" sighed Eleanor Hill, as she settled herself comfortably to windward. "This is my idea of bliss."
Farr paused an instant on his way aft and glanced interestedly at the girl's earnest face, then proceeded to his place at the wheel.
"For pity's sake, let somebody go and talk to that man," said Jean, dropping her voice.
"I fancy he doesn't care much about it," replied Eleanor quietly.
"You go, Em," Mollie suggested.