"What made you think of coming on board this yacht ?" The boy's eyes gave him a shining look.

"Because she belongs to you," he said.
"Oh!" Saltash puffed at his cigarette for a few seconds.

"You'd made up your mind to throw in your fortunes with mine, had you ?" Toby nodded.

"I wanted to--if you'd have me." "Seems I haven't much choice," remarked Saltash.

"And what are you going to do when you're tired of me?
Fling yourself at someone else's head, I suppose ?" Again he saw the hot colour flood the thin face, but the boyish eyes did not flinch from his.