"Five-three," said he; "now for your luck."
"Six-four! Laura's mine. Satisfied?"
"Perfectly—if you are. If not, I don't mind exchanging."
"Oh, no. I'm satisfied."
Both reclined upon the deck once more with a sigh of relief, and a long silence followed.
"I say," began Charlie, after a time, "it is a comfort to have these little matters arranged without any trouble, eh?"
"Y-e-s."
"Do you know, I think I'll marry mine?"
"I will, if you will."
"Done! It is a bargain."