“Pretty fair,” replied Miss Cooper. “It’s a big name for it though, ain’t it? Oh, what a large ship!”
She ran to the side to gaze at a big liner, and as far as Gravesend besieged the skipper and mate with questions concerning the various craft. At the mate’s suggestion they had tea on deck, at which meal William Henry Cooper became a source of much discomfort to his host by his remarkable discoveries anent the fauna of lettuce. Despite his efforts, however, and the cloud under which Evans seemed to be labouring, the meal was voted a big success; and after it was over they sat laughing and chatting until the air got chilly, and the banks of the river were lost in the gathering darkness. At ten o’clock they retired for the night, leaving Evans and the mate on deck.
“Nice gal, that,” said the mate, looking at the skipper, who was leaning moodily on the wheel.
“Ay, ay,” replied he. “Bill,” he continued, turning suddenly towards the mate. “I’m in a deuce of a mess. You’ve got a good square head on your shoulders. Now, what on earth am I to do? Of course you can see how the land lays?”
“Of course,” said the mate, who was not going to lose his reputation by any display of ignorance. “Anyone could see it,” he added.
“The question is what’s to be done?” said the skipper.
“That’s the question,” said the mate guardedly.
“I feel that worried,” said Evans, “that I’ve actually thought of getting into collision, or running the ship ashore. Fancy them two women meeting at Llandalock.”
Such a sudden light broke in upon the square head of the mate, that he nearly whistled with the brightness of it.
“But you ain’t engaged to this one?” he cried.