It was like listening to an orchestra of which he knew all the instruments, and he heard no jarring notes.

The harmony was good and the rhythm well marked.

The clash and clang rose and fell with a measured beat; but the smooth running of his engines did not account for all Lister's satisfaction.

In a sense, Barbara had given him his job, he was her servant, doing her work, and this was much, although he scarcely durst hope for another reward.
Cartwright had not without careful thought sent Lister on board.

He knew the young fellow's staunchness as he knew Barbara's, and, because his need was great, had not hesitated to use him and the girl.