"We aren't at the North Pole neither--I ain't a seafaring man, but I've a good idea of where we are! And perhaps there won't be naught to take me off when it's daylight, and perhaps there won't be no telegraphs near at hand, nor within a hundred miles, and perhaps there ain't such a blessed person as that there Marconi and his wireless in the world--oh, no! Just you wait, my fine fellers--that's all!" "He's not addressing us, Vickers," said Copplestone.

"You're decidedly better, Chatfield--you're quite better.

The notion of revenge and of circumvention has come to you like balm.

But you'd a lot better tell us who you're referring to, and why you were put ashore.

Listen, Chatfield!--there's property of your own on that yacht, eh?
That it?
Come, now ?" Chatfield gave his questioner a look of indignant scorn.