much, you solemn Yankee. Just love!"

He put his aims about her. "I'm sailing in new waters. I don't seem to
know the true course or the right bearings!"

"Let's stay anchored until the fog lifts! Isn't that what sailors
usually do?"

He confessed it, kissing her when she lifted her tantalizing face from
his shoulder.

"Now you'll let the future alone, won't you?" she asked.

"Yes." But even while he promised he was obliged to face that future.

Julius Marston, at the foot of the ladder, called to his daughter. "Are
you up there?" he demanded, sharply.

"Yes, father."

"Come down here."

She gave her lover a hasty caress and obeyed.

Captain Mayo was obliged to listen. Marston, in his anger, showed no
consideration for possible eavesdroppers.

"I have told you to stay aft where you belong."

"Really, father, I don't understand why--"

"Those are my orders! I understand. _You_ don't need to understand. This
world is full of cheap fellows who misinterpret actions."

Captain Mayo grasped the rails of the bridge ladder and did down to the
deck without touching his feet to the treads. He appeared before the
father and daughter with startling suddenness.

"Mr. Marston, I am leaving my position on board here as soon as you can
get another man to take my place."

"You are, eh?"

"Yes, sir."

"You signed papers for the season. It is not convenient for me to make
a change." Marston spoke with the crispness of a man who had settled the
matter.

Captain Mayo was conscious that the girl was trying to attract his gaze,
but he kept his eyes resolutely from her face.

"I insist on being relieved."

"I have no patience with childishness in a man! I found it necessary to
reprimand you. You'll probably know your place after this." He turned
away.

"I have decided that I do not belong on this yacht," stated Mayo, with
an emphasis he knew the girl would understand. "You must get another
master!"

"I cannot pick captains out of this fog, and I allow no man to tell
me my own business. I shall keep you to your written agreement. Hold
yourself in readiness to carry telegrams ashore for me. I take it there
is an office here?"

"There is, sir," returned Mayo, stiffly.

The girl, departing, bestowed on him a pretty grimace of triumph,
plainly rejoicing because his impetuous resignation had been overruled
so autocratically. But Mayo gave a somber return to the raillery of her
eyes. He had spoken out to Marston as