We're not on a battleship, you know.

You will find my quarters a little cramped, I'm afraid." They drank cocktails cheerfully, and afterwards Geraldine exclaimed, taking a long breath.

"If Olive weren't so fearfully in love, she'd be suffocated." Granet paused and looked before him with a puzzled frown.
"What in heaven's name is this ?" Exactly opposite to them was an erection of light framework, obviously built around some hidden object for purposes of concealment.

A Marine was standing on guard before it, with drawn cutlass.

Granet was in the act of addressing him when an officer ran lightly down the fore part of the ship, and saluted.
"Very sorry, sir," he said, "but would you mind keeping to the other side?
This deck is closed, for the present." "What on earth have you got there ?" Granet asked good-humouredly,--"that is if it's anything a landsman may know about ?" The young officer piloted them across to the other side.
"It's just a little something we are not permitted to talk about just now," he replied.