A volume of black smoke suddenly poured from the boat's slanting funnel.

The ship was putting out to sea.
"Why do you risk your life for us ?" she asked suddenly.
"Adventure is meat and drink to me, Miss Hare." The prefix sounded strange and unfamiliar in her ears.

Formality.

She had been wrong, then; only comradeship and the masculine sense of responsibility.

Her heart was like lead.
"It is very kind and brave of you, Mr.Bruce; but I will not have it." "Have what ?" he asked, knowing full well what she meant.
"This going back with us.