Do I not know them?
Ferrier held a little chat with the girls before the scattered party finally broke up, and Marion Dearsley pleased him mightily by saying, "You were quite right about the pleasure-room.

Only wait till we've begun our work, and we shall make that dreadful Mr.Blair ashamed of himself." "What's this?
Scandal and tittle-tattle begun on board?
I shall exert my authority as admiral." "I knew you were behind me, and that is why I reproved you, sir.

We think the same about the matter, and so does Lena." Then Ferrier and Blair and Tom talked until the air of the small hours drove them below, and they saw the yacht skimming among the quiet fleet.
There was enough wind to move the trawls, but the lonely procession did not travel as on that tremendous night when Lewis first learnt what a regular hustler was like.
All the days that followed went by pleasantly enough, though Ferrier could not help chafing.

He was constantly busy with lancet, bandages, splints; he kept a diary of his cases, and after he had cruised among the fleet for three weeks he came to the conclusion that, if the average of injuries and ailments were the same all the year round, every man in the fleet must be under treatment at least _three times a year_.

It sounds queer, but I can back it with facts--definite cases.
November opened finely, and the weather, except for sharp breezes in the chill of the early morning, left it possible to visit vessel after vessel daily.