"Oh, sir, it is charged!" said the two. "And the charge will be collected!" They went their way. [Footnote 1: [music]] XIII THE SUPERABOUNDING RAMSEY In his hurricane-deck chair, with eyes out ahead on the water, John Courteney gently took his son's hand as the latter, returning to his side, stood without a word. "Tucked in, are they, both of them?" No reply. "Hugh, I hear certain gentlemen are coming to ask me to put our deck passengers ashore." "You can't do it, sir." "Would you like to tell them so?" "I'd like nothing better." "Now that you've tasted blood, eh?" No reply. "It wouldn't be a mere putting of bad boys to bed, my son. It would be David and Goliath, with Goliath in the plural." "Can't I pass them on to you if I find I must?" "Of course you can. Hugh, I'm tempted to try you." "I wish you would, sir." "With no coaching? No 'Polonius to the players'?" "I wish you would." The father looked into the sky. "Superb night," he said. Again no reply. "Were you not deep in the spell of it when I found you here awhile ago?" "Yes, I was." "My son, I covet your better acquaintance." "You mean I--say so little?" "You reveal yourself so little. Even your mother felt that, Hugh." "I know it, father. And yet, as for you----" "Yes--as for me----?" "I've never seen you without wanting to tell out all that's in me." The pair smiled to each other. "And you say that at last, now, you can do it?" "Did I say that, sir?" "Not in words. But you seem all at once to be seeing things--taking hold of things--in a new way." "The things themselves are new, sir. They're small, but--somehow--they've helped me on." "Couldn't I guess one of them?" "I hardly think so, sir; they're really such trifles." "Well, for a first attempt, Ramsey." "Yes. How did you guess that?" "She's such a persuasive example of perfect openness." "Her mother's a much lovelier one." "No, Hugh; allowing for years, Miss Ramsey's even a better. But--another small thing--shall I mention it?" "Yes, please." "All these Hayles, to-night, bring up the past--ours." "Yes!" said Hugh, and said no more, as if the remark had partly unlocked something and then stuck fast. The questioner tried a smaller key. "What were you thinking," he asked, "when I joined you here to-night?" "When you--? Oh, nothing we're thinking of now." "At the same time, what was it?" "Why--something rather too fanciful to put into words." "All the same, let's have it." "Well, for one thing, seeing and feeling this boat, with all its light and life, speeding, twinkling on and on through the night like a swarm of stars, the thought came--and I was wishing I could share it with you----" The elder hand pressed the younger.