“Oh, how I thank you for your kindness, señor! You have dared so much to save my poor bracelet. It was so good of you.”
“I am amply repaid,” replied Clif, gallantly. Then he added, with a smile: “You must pardon my rather moist appearance. The water was not altogether dry.”
“We will not keep you,” said the girl, hurriedly. “You should change your clothing.”
As Clif bowed and started to walk away, she blushed slightly and said:
“My parents will consider it a pleasure if you should call upon them. My name”—she extended a neat card—“and address. Can we not hope to see you soon?”
“I will be pleased to call when I go ashore,” replied the handsome young cadet. “Until then—good-by.”
As he walked forward he saw Judson Greene standing near the spot where the conversation had taken place.
“So Judson has been listening, eh?” thought the latter as he walked past. “He don’t look particularly pleased. Jealous, I suppose.”
He glanced at the bit of pasteboard in his hand and read: