He caught up with the judge and his companion at the turn of the deck. "May I have a word with you, Judge?" he cried.
"I'm busy," said the lawyer gruffly. "I'm engaged in an important consultation."
"But this can't wait," cried the unfortunate.
"Anything can wait," said the old man. "But youth," he added in an undertone.
"You've got to listen!" The Tyro planted himself, a very solid, set bulk of athletic young manhood, in the jurist's path.
"In the face of force and coercion," sighed the other.
"I've been seen speaking to Miss—Miss—"
"Grouch," supplied the indicated damsel sweetly.
"Mrs. Denyse saw us. She has gone to report to the captain."
"Lovely!" said the lawyer. "Beautiful! Enter the Wicked Godmother. The fairy-tale is working out absolutely according to Grimm."