He's deserted the ship." The young man had the wish to say in reply, "At last, eh!" but he avoided it.
"Where has he gone ?" "I bought him out to-day, and I hear he's going to join Belloc." "Belloc! Belloc! Who told you that ?" asked the young man.
"Junia Shale--she told me." Carnac laughed.

"She knows a lot, but how did she know that ?" "Sheer instinct, and I believe she's right." "Right--right--to fight you, his own father!" was the inflammable reply.
"Why, that would be a lowdown business!" "Would it be lower down than your not helping your father, when you can ?" Somehow he yearned over his wayward, fantastic son.

The wilful, splendid character of the youth overcame the insistence in the other's nature.
"You seem to be getting on all right," remarked Carnac with the faint brown moustache, the fine, showy teeth, the clean-shaven cheeks, and auburn hair hanging loosely down.
"You're wrong.

Things aren't doing as well with me as they might.

Belloc and the others make difficult going.