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One of the saloon dead-lights had crashed out, the thick glass rattling down the steel hull to the sea. There was another crash and a yellow glow flared into a bright blaze, illuminating the hull of the shrouded vessel. "Now they've done it!" cried Oddington. "They have soaked a table-cloth with kerosene; it's all off now! So much for Captain Merrithew's scheme. I " A voice rang from the bridge.
You are to regard me, not as Virginia Howland, helpless, dependent, to be waited upon and watched over, but as you would Ralph Oddington or any one else were he in my place as an assistant in the common cause of safety. I am going to help you in every way I can, and I am going to begin by establishing myself as cook of this party from now on. Please don't imagine I can't cook.
Ignoring the polite chorus of mild expostulation, Miss Howland turned to Dan, speaking with great vivacity. "Percy, you know, was educated to win football games for Yale, and at the last moment went to Princeton. But he did not play there, because Uncle Horace, his father, in a fit of disgust, made him go to work." She glanced smilingly at Oddington. "Mr. Oddington and Mr.
He wanted equality or nothing; and if at the end of his struggle it had to be nothing, all right but the end was not yet. Toward nine o'clock the deck party began to break up. Some one had suggested bridge, and some opposed the suggestion. At the end of a laughing discussion Oddington and three others went to the smoking-room, while the rest dispersed in various directions.
And the thought came, how eminently eligible Oddington was to sit at her side; how fitting that he should be there wealthy, distinctly of her set, a good fellow at the university, and now a law partner in the practice which his hard-working father had prepared for him.
"Captain," she said, "is it possible you prefer speeches in Spanish to our company?" Dan paused. Oddington was smiling in an exceedingly perfunctory manner, and the young Captain was about to make some laughing acknowledgment when the girl, still looking at him, said: "Mr. Oddington and I were just arguing about the night air of San Blanco. He says it is filled with malaria. Is it?"
She had never been a snob; she was simply considering facts. And she did not want him to be aloof. "Captain Merrithew," she said in a tone designed to draw him and the others into general conversation, "Ralph Mr. Oddington, has been saying things again about my favorite cousin Percy Walton."
It was all a problem. She had reason to feel that a time was approaching when Oddington might reasonably expect a clearer, better-defined relation. Whether she would be willing to grant this was another matter. It was possible she might; it was possible she might not. She did not know. It was a situation which perplexed if it did not inspire her, which interested if it did not thrill.
Wotherspoon say he was proselyted by Princeton. We've had more fights about it " "Well, he was proselyted," laughed Oddington, "stolen from us bodily." "Wasn't it some time ago?" asked Dan. "Why, that's just the point," said Mrs. Van Vleck. "It was at least five or six years ago. I am afraid Ralph and Reggie will never be able to realize they are not undergraduates." Oddington smiled.
I could not exactly commend its sanitary " A voice calling him from the window broke the sentence. It was Reggie Wotherspoon. "Yes," said Oddington. "That you, Ralph? Oh, I see you. Say, come in here like a good chap, will you? I've run across a sort of an anarchist circular about Rodriguez. I want you to come up with me while I put it up to him." "All right," replied Oddington.
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