In half an hour Cartwright had found out all he wanted to know, and returning to his office, he smoked and mused.
Lister had not exaggerated; his pluck and coolness had kept _Ardrigh's_ engines going when to stop might have meant the loss of the livestock on board.

Well, Cartwright had known the fellow was good stuff and he might soon want a man like that.

Somebody staunch and resolute who knew his job! He had beaten his antagonists at the shareholders' meeting, but doubted if he could do so again.

In fact, he had only put off the reckoning for six months, in which he must make good, and he knitted his brows while he studied _Titania's_ picture.

He thought about her sister ship, wrecked and abandoned on the African coast.
_Arcturus_ was a useful boat and cheap to run.