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“Thank you, Sam. Thank you. Please tell Mr. Robbins that I’ll be there in a moment.”

The colored steward withdrew. Roy turned to Willie. “I’m sorry, Willie,” he said, “but I shall have to leave you for a little while. I offered to help the purser with some manifests, as soon as I had my telegrams off. He doesn’t know you are here, of course, or he wouldn’t have sent Sam up.”

“I notice you are aces high on this ship, Roy,” said Willie. “And I understand it all right enough. It’s that old trick of yours of being nice to everybody. No wonder they all like you.”

“You understand about this matter, Willie, don’t you?” replied Roy, ignoring his friend’s remark. “I’m just as sorry as I can be that I have to leave you. It’ll take me an hour or two with the purser. Just make yourself at home. As soon as I get done, I’ll show you the wireless outfit, as you asked me to. Ought to have done it right off, anyway. You’ll excuse me, won’t you, Willie?”

“Beat it,” said Willie. “You don’t owe me any excuses. I’m a million times obliged to you merely for the opportunity to be here, let alone being entertained. I’ll take a stroll while you’re helping the purser. I’ll be back in a couple of hours or so.”