He became aware of the sentimental direction in which his fancy was leading him, and felt inclined to laugh.

But he did not laugh.
The next moment he was busy visioning the hat, and belt, and revolver.
Undoubtedly this was love, he thought, and he felt a tiny glow of pride in him in that the Solomons had not succeeded in killing all his sentiment.
An hour later, Christian Young stood up, knocked out his pipe, and prepared to go aboard and get under way.
"She's all right," he said, apropos of nothing spoken, and yet distinctly relevant to what was in each of their minds.

"She's got a good boat's- crew, and she's a sailor herself.

Good-night, Mr.Sheldon.

Anything I can do for you down Marau-way ?" He turned and pointed to a widening space of starry sky.