He was pausing to select the best of three replies when the lunch bugle sounded.
"Oh, dear!" she cried. "I must rush. But we shall see one another again up here afterwards?"
"We will," said Sam.
"We'll sit and read Tennyson."
"Fine! Er—you and I and Mortimer?"
"Oh, no, Bream is going to sit down below and look after poor Pinky."
"Does he—does he know he is?"
"Not yet," said Billie. "I'm going to tell him at lunch."
CHAPTER FOUR
It was the fourth morning of the voyage. Of course, when this story is done in the movies they won't be satisfied with a bald statement like that; they will have a Spoken Title or a Cut-Back Sub-Caption or whatever they call the thing in the low dens where motion-picture scenario-lizards do their dark work, which will run:—