"Not for a thousand dollars a minute," I answered, a trumpet peal of indomitable happiness ringing in my heart.
From the wheelhouse Blythe shouted a warning to be careful. His voice scarcely reached us through the singing of the wind. I nodded and took hold of the little hand that lay close to mine.
"You must be a rich man to value the pleasure of the hour so highly," she answered lightly, with a look quick and questioning at me.
The squall that had flung itself across the waters hit us in earnest now. We went down into the yawning troughs before us with drunken plunges and climbed the glassy hills beyond to be ready for another dive.
"The richest man alive if last night was not a dream."
Our fingers interlaced, palms kissing each other.
"Does it seem to you a dream?" she asked, deep in a valley of the seas.
From the top of the next comber I answered:
"It did until you joined me here, but now I know you belong to me forever, both in the land of dreams and waking."
"Did the storm teach you that?"