Down in the corner of the main saloon, filled with chattering people, romping children, and game-playing young folk, who knew not what had passed on deck, sat the Silly Ass, the girl close to him.
"I'll never tell," she whispered. "What is it you're thinking of?"
The round eyes gazed into hers. "It's a long time since I did," he said.
"Did what?"
"Prayed! God made me a fool just to do this some day, I guess." His face showed the expression of a grown-up, sobered man.
On the bridge, the captain and the other officers were talking in low, awe-struck tones.
