"Is that all? Please tell me; I—I heard a shot fired."
"Henley's revolver; no damage done. Really you must accept my assurance. Come out into the cabin; Louis is getting breakfast ready."
"Where is the Lieutenant?" hesitating slightly.
"In Henley's cabin, going through the papers. He wants to have a full report ready when the Saline comes up. The three of us will breakfast together."
"You must permit me to wash the wound on your head first," she insisted. "The hair is all matted with blood. Please."
"Of course," and I laughed. "Even then I will not be very presentable; these clothes are frightful; the last week has been a strenuous one."
"What about me!" and she shot a look downward. "I 've only had the one dress."
"The marvel of it," I interrupted ardently. "You look as though you had just come from the dressing-table."
"You do not think so!"
"But I do; still, it may be a case where love is blind."