He supposed that Baird had meant this to be humorous, the humour typical of a man who could profane a great art with the atrocious Buckeye comedies, so called.
He put in the hours until nightfall in aimless wandering and idle gazing, and was early at the pool-side where his heroine would do her sensational acting.

It was now a scene of thrilling activity.

Immense lights, both from the scaffolding and from a tower back of the sailing-craft, flooded its deck and rigging from time to time as adjustments were made.

The rigging was slack and the deck was still littered, intentionally so, he now perceived.

The gallant little boat had been cruelly buffeted by a gale.