“But we want to see the shantymen,” said Kate, frankly.
“Oh, the men! Very proper, but not so very discriminating, you know.”
“I love the shantymen,” exclaimed Kate, enthusiastically. “Maimie told me all about them.”
“By Jove! I'll join to-morrow,” exclaimed the lieutenant with gentle excitement.
“They would not have you,” answered Kate. “Besides, you would have to eat pork and onions and things.”
The lieutenant shuddered, gazing reproachfully at Kate.
“Onions!” he gasped; “and you love them?”
“Let us go along, then,” said Harry. “We will have a look at them, anyway.”
“From the windward side, I hope,” said the lieutenant, gently.
“I am going right on the raft,” declared Kate, stoutly, “if we can only find Ranald.”