She's gone through Guvutu and Tulagi like a hurricane; every last swine of them in love with her--except Raff.

He's sore over the auction, and he sprang his recruiting contract with Munster on her.

And what does she do but thank him, and read it over, and point out that while Munster was pledged to deliver all recruits to Morgan and Raff, there was no clause in the document forbidding him from chartering the _Emily_.
"'There's your contract,' says she, passing it back.

'And a very good contract it is.

The next time you draw one up, insert a clause that will fit emergencies like the present one.' And, Lord, Lord, she had him, too.
"But there's the breeze, and I'm off.