Graham's the man I am speaking of," and the sailor paused.

"Commodore Graham," he added.
Hillyard's indignation ebbed away.

What if he had not been fooled?
The quenched hopes kindled again in him.

There was all this talk of war--alarums and excursions as the stage-directions had it.

Service! Suddenly he realised that ever since he had left Senga, a vague envy of Harry Luttrell had been springing up in his heart.