I suppose it was walking miles and miles every day in London, looking for the cap'n, was too much for it." "Is it too bad for you to take me home, Sam ?" inquired Miss Nugent, softly.
The perturbed Mr.Wilks looked from one to the other.

As a sportsman his sympathies were with Hardy, but his duty lay with the girl.
"I'll do my best, miss," he said; and got up and limped, very well indeed for a first attempt, round the room.
Then Miss Nugent did a thing which was a puzzle to herself for some time afterwards.

Having won the victory she deliberately threw away the fruits of it, and declining to allow the steward to run any risks, accepted Hardy's escort home.

Mr.Wilks watched them from the door, and with his head in a whirl caused by the night's proceedings mixed himself a stiff glass of grog to set it right, and drank to the health of both of them.
[Illustration: "Mr.Wilks drank to the health of both of them."] The wind had abated somewhat in violence as they walked home, and, moreover, they had their backs to it.

The walk was slower and more enjoyable in many respects than the walk out.