As he turned by his liege lady's side, an officer approached and accosted him.
"The captain would like to see you in his cabin at once, if you please."
*****
Among those present at the evening's dance was not Alexander Forsyth Smith, alias Sanders Daddleskink. Great was the wrath of Little Miss Grouch.
IV
Fourth day out.
I don't like this ship or anything
about it; its laws, its customs,
its manners, methods or morals.
I'm agin the government. Maritime
law gives me a cramp. Me for the
black flag with the skull and cross-bones.
As for this old Atlantic, I'd as
soon be at the bottom as at the top—
Smith's Log.
Peace reigned over that portion of the Atlantic occupied by the Clan Macgregor. The wind had died away in fitful puffs. The waves had subsided. Marked accessions to the deck population were in evidence. Everybody looked cheerful. But Achilles, which is to say the Tyro, sulked in his tent, otherwise Stateroom 123 D.