I have often been a regular beast to you." Mike grasped the extended hands in a firm grip with both of his, as he said, in a choking voice,-- "Not half so bad as I've been to you, Cinder.

I've got such a hasty temper sometimes." "Get out!" cried Vince sharply.

"There, I'm better now.

I'm afraid we're going to be drowned, Ladle, but I feel as if we ought to be doing something to try and save ourselves.

It's being so cowardly to sit still here.