"
Saltash laughed. "Oh, Muff won't come near. You needn't be afraid of
that. He's deer-stalking in the Highlands. He's a great believer in
leaving things to settle themselves."
"Is he?" said Dick grimly. "Well, they may do that in a fashion he won't
care for before he's much older."
"Are you organizing a strike?" suggested Saltash, a wicked gleam of
humour in his eyes.
Dick's eyes flashed in answer. "I am not!" he said. "But--I'm damned if
they haven't some reason for striking--if he cares as little as that!"
"How often do you tell 'em so?" said Saltash.
Juliet's hand slipped quietly from Columbus's head to Dick's arm. "May I
have a cigarette, please?" she said.
He turned to her immediately and his fire died down. He offered her his
cigarette-case in silence.
Juliet took one, faintly smiling. "Do you know," she said to Saltash, "it
was Dick's cigarettes that first attracted me to him? When I landed on
this desert island, I had only three left. He came to the rescue--most
nobly, and has kept me supplied ever since. I don't know where he gets
them from, but they are the best I ever tasted."
"He probably smuggles 'em," said Saltash, offering her a match.
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