"Karen," he said, "you are the pluckiest, straightest, whitest woman I ever knew."
"I'm only—honest," she whispered.... "And I want you to think me so."
"I do!—Karen, dearest, sincerest, most fearless of women!"
"Do you believe me—that?"
"Karen, I——"
A sharp knocking at the door cut him short. They looked at each other, startled. At the same moment he realized that the ship had stopped.
"Could it be the stewardess?" she whispered.
He rose, picked up the satchel and went to the open port.
"If a British guard-ship has stopped us to search us, we can't have this thing found," he said.