She stole a loving glance at him as she cried-- "Yes, Captain Anstruther, of the Indian Staff Corps.

If he will not tell you all that he has done, how he has saved my life twenty times, how he has fought single-handed against eighty men, ask me!" The naval officer did not need to look a second time at Iris's face to lengthen the list of Captain Anstruther's achievements, by one more item.

He sighed.

A good sailor always does sigh when a particularly pretty girl is labeled "Engaged." But he could be very polite.
"Captain Anstruther does not appear to have left much for us to do, Miss Deane," he said.

"Indeed," turning to Robert, "is there any way in which my men will be useful ?" "I would recommend that they drag the green stuff off that fire and stop the smoke.