“I hope your hand is all right, sir,� said I, in genuine solicitude.
“Right as a trivet,â€� he replied, holding it forward for inspection. “Isn’t all that gauze and stuff just shipshape and Bristol-fashion, though? I tell you, Stella’s a trump when it comes to the nursing game. You see, those convent sisters she’s been with these three years are——â€�
He stopped himself, and inquired sharply:
“How’re things with the motor?�
“Well enough, if you don’t run it too long that way.�
“So old Steve tells me. Well, how long do you think——â€�
I anticipated his thought. “She could run without much trouble for twelve hours or thereabout,� was my verdict.
His brow cleared perceptibly as he cried:
“Good enough—and long enough!â€� He nodded to Stevens, as though in confirmation of some point, before he added to me:
“Our little pleasure voyage to Savannah is getting a dash of adventure in it, isn’t it, Grey?� He indicated the wreckage-strewn decks before us. “But it’s fine!�