Retreat was repugnant to a strong man like Britton. He shook his head decidedly.
In fifteen minutes they had reached the wharf and boarded the Mottisfont. She rode at a single anchor chain, and twin coils of grayish smoke issued from her double funnels.
It was the second watch, and the mate held the bridge. Britton called to him.
"Have you a head of steam?"
"Plenty, sir," the mate replied.
"Then weigh your anchor!"
"Aye, aye, sir. Where away?"
"Home to New Shoreham!"
CHAPTER VI.
The case of Morris versus Britton, as developed in the judicial courts, was one of those neurotic society flurries that never fail to arouse interest and promote discussion from highland to sea-down.