I--er--really--forgot."
"Forgot your breakfast! Come orf of it."
Tagg climbed up, monkey-like.
"Take my tip," he said earnestly, "This is a bad climate to go hungry
in. You'd 'ave a touch of the sun in less'n no time. Just go below, an'
force yerself to nibble a bit. It'll do you good, an' I don't mind
keepin' watch another spell."
Royson obeyed in silence. His friend's kindliness supplied an
unconscious but necessary tonic to his system. Obviously, the second
mate of the _Aphrodite_ had no business to trouble his head about the
symbolism of rings worn by Miss Irene Fenshawe. Yet he wished he knew
which was the engagement finger.
Shortly before noon Captain Stump came on deck to take the sun. This
was a semi-religious rite with Stump. Though the contours of the coast
drawn along two sides of the Admiralty chart rendered a solar
observation quite needless within sight of land, he proceeded to
ascertain the yacht's position according to the formula, or, at any
rate, according to such portion of it as applied to his rule-of-thumb
calculations.
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