“Pretty dusty,” grinned Marsh.
They turned away together and were at once pounced on by Leopold Lincoln Bunn, the local reporter, a callow youth aflame with the chance for a big story of more than local interest.
“Oh, Captain Marsh!” he cried. “How did you get around the pier? It looked as though the wave had you caught.”
Orde glanced at his companion in curiosity.
“On roller skates,” replied Marsh.
Leopold tittered nervously.
“Could you tell me how you felt when you were out there in the worst of it?” he inquired.
“Oh, hell!” said Marsh grumpily, stalking away.
“Don't interview for a cent, does he?” grinned Orde.
“Oh, Mr. Orde! Perhaps you—”