For the first time Granet dropped his careless tone.
"What do you make of this change in the weather ?" he asked quickly.
"It's just what they were waiting for," the other replied.

"What about this afternoon ?" "I am not scientist, worse luck," Granet replied impatiently, "but I saw enough to convince me that they've got the right idea.

Sir Meyville thought I was the man commanding the escort they've given him,--actually rowed me out to the workshop and showed me the whole thing.

I tell you I saw it just as you described it,--saw the bottom of the sea, even the colour of the seaweed, the holes in the rocks." "And they've got the shells, too," Collins muttered, "the shells that burst under water." Granet looked around.

They were playing the other end now.
"Listen!" he said.
They paused in the middle of the lawn.