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The French windows looking out on the porch were, as usual, open. It was an odd sensation thus to be regarding one's husband objectively. For the first time he appeared to her definitely as a stranger; as much a stranger as the man who came once a week to wind Mrs. Forsythe's clocks. Nay, more. There was a sense of intrusion in this visit, of invasion of a life with which he had nothing to do.

She made no effort to avoid them, but held on until within hailing distance, when he heard Forsythe's voice from the bridge. "Steamer ahoy!" he shouted. "What's your cargo?" "Oil," answered a man on the steamer's bridge. "What are you holding me up for?" "Oil," answered Forsythe. "How is it stowed in cases, or in bulk?" "In bulk, you doggoned fool." "Very good. We want some of that oil."

My master at the Golden Lion said there'd be a sixpence here for delivering it!" "Well, I'll be down in a moment, Impudence." The silence that followed was again broken by Captain Forsythe's voice: "There are one or two features in this German affair that remind me of another case, some years back one of our own that interested me." "Ah?" The listener's tone was only politely interrogatory.

Every steamer carrying bullion also carries lead in the same kind of boxes. I've read of it many a time. It's a safeguard against piracy. We've been fooled that's all." Forsythe answered profanely and as coherently as his rage and excitement would permit. Munson replied by holding his fist under Forsythe's nose. "Get up on the bridge," he said. "And you, Riley, to your engines."

"Clem said all the other girls were making such pretty things, and it was no use for her to try. She can't get up new ideas quickly, you know, and she was ashamed not to take in something nice, and so she said she didn't mean to do anything. I couldn't bear to have her give it up, for she ought to keep with you girls." Mrs. Forsythe's face fell into anxious lines.

Then came a quick reaction a tingling at the hair roots, an opening of the eyes, followed by their closing to narrow slits, and, with the full weight of his body behind, he crashed his fist into Forsythe's face, sending him reeling and whirling to the deck. He would have followed, to repeat the punishment, but the others stopped him.

The man disappeared inside, and Denman, straining his ears, heard the rasping sound of a wireless "sender," and simultaneously Casey's warning shout to Forsythe: "He's calling for help, Forsythe. Stop him." Then came Forsythe's vibrant voice. "Call that man out of the wireless room," he yelled, "or we'll send a shell into it. Train that gun, Kelly, and stand by for the word.

When they parted at the iron gate, he was more in love than ever, and Lois walked back to the rectory, thinking with a vague dissatisfaction how much she would miss the Forsythes when they left Ashurst. But Mr. Forsythe's was not the sort of love which demanded solitude or silence, so that when he saw Mr. Dale coming from Mr. Denner's little law office, he made haste to join him.

It had not been satisfactory from Forsythe's point of view; that is, he had not been so easily able to disabuse the father's mind of suspicion, nor to establish his own guileless character as he had hoped; and some of the remarks Rogers made led Forsythe to think that the father understood just how unpleasant it might become for him if his brother-in-law found out about the escapade.

But Forsythe had indubitably taken chronometer sights in the morning, and, being most certainly sober, had doubtless worked them out and ascertained the longitude, which, with a meridian observation at noon, would give him the position of the yacht. The "big things" requiring a vote were all in Forsythe's head, and he had merely anticipated the vote.

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