And in the saving of the _Martha_ he had played no part.

Single- handed, unadvised, in the teeth of the laughter of Guvutu and of the competition of men like Morgan and Raff, she had gone into the adventure and brought it through to success.
"You make me feel like a big man who has robbed a small child of a lolly," he said with sudden contrition.
"And the small child is crying for it." She looked at him, and he noted that her lip was slightly trembling and that her eyes were moist.

It was the boy all over, he thought; the boy crying for the wee bit boat with which to play.

And yet it was a woman, too.

What a maze of contradiction she was! And he wondered, had she been all woman and no boy, if he would have loved her in just the same way.