From outside was visible a very formidable line of sailors.

Grex, with a swift gesture, slipped something back into his pocket, something which glittered like silver.
"Serve some champagne, Reynolds," Richard ordered the steward who had come hurrying in, "and bring some cigars." The man withdrew.

Richard seated himself once more upon the table, clasping one knee.
"Look here," he said, "I'll be frank with you.

I came into this little affair for the sake of a pal.

It was only by accident that I found my way up yonder--more to look after him than anything.