But the stress of actual combat was better than the eerie sensation of impending danger during the earlier hours.

The strong, hearty pulsations of the engines, the regular thrashing of the screw, the steadfast onward plunging of the good ship through racing seas and flying scud, were cheery, confident, and inspiring.
Miss Deane justified her boast that she was an excellent sailor.

She smiled delightedly at the ship's surgeon when he caught her eye through the many gaps in the tables.

She was alone, so he joined her.
"You are a credit to the company--quite a sea-king's daughter," he said.
"Doctor, do you talk to all your lady passengers in that way ?" "Alas, no! Too often I can only be truthful when I am dumb." Iris laughed.

"If I remain long on this ship I will certainly have my head turned," she cried.