An hour later the Skipper looked in upon her.
“How are they coming?” he asked, closing the door without a bang.
“All right, I guess.” Sally nodded to a sort of peg-board map that indicated the location of each ship in the convoy at any particular moment.
He studied the map for a time in silence. “That’s fine,” was his comment. “Really first class.”
“How’s your yeoman?” she asked. There was a twinkle in her eye.
His eyes returned the twinkle. “She hasn’t bothered me for quite a time. She’s under the weather, I suspect.”
He looked at Riggs with a questioning eye.
“He’s all right,” she hastened to assure him. “Doing all he can.”
“It’s a terrible storm, worst I’ve ever seen in these waters. I’m having ropes strung along the ship. You’d better stick to them pretty closely. We can’t afford to lose you.” Then he was gone.
His visit had made her happy. It is something when a really big man says, “We can’t afford to lose you.” Well, they wouldn’t lose her nor even have occasion to miss her for long at a time.