But he was worthy of trust.

He would, of course, give no name, no clue; but he would put things generally in a way that he could understand.
When his mind was so far made up he wanted to finish the matter, so he turned to the wheelhouse and climbed the ladder again.

It was not till he sat in the shelter by his companion that he became aware that he had become wet with the spray.

The old man wishing to help him in his embarrassment said: 'Well ?' Harold began at once; the straightforward habit of his life stood to him now: 'Let me say first, sir, what will I know give you pleasure.' The old man extended his hand; he had been hoping for acceptance, and this seemed like it.

Harold laid his hand on it for an instant only, and then raised it as if to say 'Wait': 'You have been so good to me, so nobly generous in your wishes that I feel I owe you a certain confidence.