He had made no effort to discover her history.

He had not questioned her.

At no time had he intimated a desire to intrude upon her personal affairs, and at no time had she offered information about herself, or an explanation of the singular espionage which Rossland had presumed to take upon himself.

He grimaced as he reflected how dangerously near that hazard he had been--and he admired her for the splendid judgment she had shown in the matter.

She had saved him the possible alternative of apologizing to Rossland or throwing him overboard! There was a certain bellicose twist to his mind as he went down to the dining salon, an obstinate determination to hold himself aloof from any increasing intimacy with Mary Standish.