That evening, when Miss Fletcher came on the bridge to relieve the Captain, he seemed inclined to linger.
"By the twenty-seventh," he said, "we ought to be in Singapore."
"In Singapore," murmured the girl, and nodded as if in answer to some unspoken thought.
"Yes. Have you finally decided what to do?"
"I shall see the British Consul, lay before him my father's papers, and ask him to advance me sufficient money to——"
"There's no need to ask him that," interrupted Calamity. "I could let you have whatever you wanted, even if there wasn't——"
"Still, if you don't mind, I should prefer to borrow it from the Consul," she broke in without looking at him.
"As you please. Then I take it that you have made up your mind to go to California?"
"Yes; I will take your advice and try fruit-farming."
"H'm," grunted Calamity.