No one will know the difference.

You must get up now and show me over the boat.

I have to scheme, somehow or other, how we can hide ourselves on it so that I can overhear the end of this plot." The face of Richard Lane was like the face of an ingenuous boy who sees suddenly a Paradise of sport stretched out before him.

His mouth was open, his eyes gleaming.
"Gee, but this is glorious!" he exclaimed.

"I'm with you all the way.
Why, it's wonderful, man! It's a chapter from the Arabian Nights over again!" He leapt to his feet and rang the bell furiously.