'About how long ago since you wrote up this truck ?' he asked.
'What does it matter ?' exclaimed Herrick.

'I dare say half an hour.' 'My God, it's strange!' cried Davis.

'There's some men would call that accidental: not me.

That--' and he drew his thick finger under the music--'that's what I call Providence.' 'You said we had a chance,' said Herrick.
'Yes, SIR!' said the captain, wheeling suddenly face to face with his companion.

'I did so.