Moreover, she had studied Cartwright and remarked the anxiety he thought he had hid.

Cartwright was rather inscrutable, but sympathy had given her power to understand.
She thought he was engaged in a reckless gamble and could not afford to lose.
"Whatever you want--" Lister declared, but she stopped him.
"I want you to do your best." "You can reckon on that, anyhow! Cartwright has hired me; I'm his man." Barbara smiled.

"Yes; I know! You're honest and will do all you engaged; but in a sense, this is not enough.

I want you to make an extra effort, because--" She paused and the blood came to her skin when she went on: "You see, it's important you should float the wreck and bring her home.

It means much to my step-father; very much, I think.