If he realised the challenge he did not accept it.

He had barred himself in once more behind an impenetrable wall of unresponsiveness.

His gaze was once more obscure and bovine.

All hint of violence was gone from his bearing.

Only solid force remained--the force that drove the boat strongly, unerringly, through the golden-crested waves.
"If you're going to do a picture of Columbine," he said slowly, "I hope it'll be a good one." "It will probably be--great," said Knight, and flicked some ash from his sleeve with the complacent air of a man who has accomplished his purpose..