They smiled strangely at each other.
A knock came at the door, and Salvain entered, radiant.
"She is divine!" he cried. "Her hair is old copper with golden lights.
McTee, if she is yours, you have found another Venus!"
"If she is not mine," answered McTee, "at least she belongs to no other man."
Salvain studied him, first with eagerness, then with doubt, and last of all with despair.
"If any other man said that I would question it—so!—with my life. But
McTee? No, I love life too well!"
"Now," Henshaw said to Salvain, "Captain McTee and I have business to talk."
"Aye, sir," said Salvain.
"One minute, Salvain," broke in McTee. "I haven't thanked you in the girl's name for taking care of Miss Malone."
The first mate paused at the door.