Joy winked at Trolley.
“It’s a case of jealousy,” he said. “Clif doesn’t like the way he is hanging around Miss Windom.”
Faraday laughed easily.
“If you knew her you would see the ridiculousness of your remark,” he retorted. “She——”
“Silence there,” sharply called out the gun captain. “Attention!”
There was a rattle of drums, a blare of bugles, then a stout, dark-featured man with a heavy, curled mustache and a full sweeping beard stepped down from the gangway.
The side was manned by a number of officers who raised their caps in a salute as the visitor passed them.
It was Dom Carlos the First, King of Portugal.
He was accompanied by a gayly uniformed suite composed of naval and military officers, but he, himself, was attired in simple civilian clothes.