"Why," she went on with growing excitement, "you are the steward I noticed in the saloon yesterday.

How is it that you are now dressed as a sailor ?" He answered readily enough.

"There was an accident on board during the gale, madam.

I am a fair sailor but a poor steward, so I applied for a transfer.

As the crew were short-handed my offer was accepted." Iris was now looking at him intently.
"You saved my life," she repeated slowly.