"That is a real nice little place, Phil," said Miss Collingsby; and her tones indicated that she had not yet recovered her self-possession.
"It is rather small, though it is as roomy as any yacht of this size can have."
"I think it is quite cool, with that scuttle open."
"I don't mind the heat; but I am used to it."
"Do you think we shall overtake Mr. Whippleton, Phil?" asked she, after a pause, during which I turned the steak.
"I don't think we have gained on her any yet," I replied.
"I don't believe he means to catch her," added my fair companion, with a very anxious expression.
"We are certainly following the Florina, though we are at least three miles from her. I don't think we shall overhaul her till she comes about, or makes a harbor."
There was another pause: and when I saw how anxious Miss Collingsby was, I could not help feeling a strong sympathy with her. The scream had not yet been explained to me; but I concluded that the gallant skipper had alarmed her by being too demonstrative in his attentions.
"Do you know where we are going?" she inquired.