Behind the lighthouse-keeper were ranged many faces, but not that which the sailor sought.
"Where is Enid?" he asked, after the first words of congratulation were spoken. "Have you told her?"
"No. Here is Mr. Pyne. He will take you to the girls and tell you what we have decided."
The two young men looked at each other with frank friendliness.
"When we have a minute to spare you must take me to the gallery and explain just how you worked that trick," said Stanhope. "Brand's semaphore was to the point, but it omitted details."
"That is where I have the pull of you," responded Pyne with equal cordiality. "I don't require any telling about your work yesterday."
"Oh, people make such a fuss. What is there remarkable in guiding a boat through a rough sea?"
"I may be wrong, but it looks a heap harder than swarming up a pole."
In such wise did young Britain and young America pooh-pooh the idea that they had done aught heroic.
Indeed, their brief talk dealt next with Enid, and Lieutenant Stanhope, R. N., did not think he was outraging conventionality when he found Enid in the kitchen, and took her in his arms and kissed her.