"I'm a feesh," she explained, pointing to a crudely embroidered dolphin on her sleeve, which, as Dr. Alderson explained, meant that she had undergone the famous swimming test in her own German town of Dessau on the Mulde. Meantime two dukes, a ship's pilot, a negro pugilist, a goddess of grand opera, a noted aviator, and some scores of lesser people looked on in amazement at the third richest man in America hopping on one foot like an inebriated and agonized crane, with his other shin clasped in his hands, and making faces which an amateur photographer hastened to snap, subsequently suppressing them for reasons of humanity and art. Several people, including Mrs. Charlton Denyse with two red spots on her cheeks besides what she had put there herself, endeavored to explain to the Tyro just what species of high treason he had committed by his assault, but he was in no mood for gratuitous information, and removed himself determinedly from their vicinity. Presently Judge Enderby appeared upon his horizon. "His leg isn't broken," he announced. "Whose leg?" "That of the gentleman you so brutally assaulted. He wants to see you." "Tell him to go to the devil." "Oh, I wouldn't do that," soothed the legal veteran, his face twinkling. "All right. Bring him here and I'll tell him." "Even though he is Little Miss Grouch's father?" "What!" "Precisely. Now, will you go to him?" "No." "When you employ one of the highest-priced counsel in America," observed the old man plaintively, "while it isn't essential that you should receive his advice with any degree of courtesy--" "I really beg your pardon, Judge Enderby. The fact is, my temper has been a little ruffled--" "Calm it down until you need it again and come with me." The judge tucked an arm under the Tyro's, who presently found himself being studied by a handsomely grim face, somewhat humanized by an occasional twinge of pain. The owner of the face acknowledged Judge Enderby's introduction and waited. The Tyro likewise acknowledged Judge Enderby's introduction and waited. Mr. Wayne was waiting for the Tyro to apologize. The Tyro hadn't the faintest notion of apologizing, and, had he known that it was expected, would have been more exasperated than before, since he considered himself the aggrieved party. Finding silence unproductive, the magnate presently broke it. "You were going in after that woman?" "Yes." "Did you know her?" "Yes." "Where?" "On shipboard." "Oh! She was the one you and my daughter used to pamper, in the steerage. Mrs. Denyse told me. So you thought you'd be a Young Hero, eh?" The Tyro caught Judge Enderby's eye, and, reading therein an admonition, preserved his temper and his silence. "Well, I rather spoiled your little game. And you pretty near ruined my digestion with your infernal elbow." The Tyro smiled an amiable smile. "Did you know who I was when you kicked me?" "No," answered the Tyro in such a tone that the elder man grinned. "Nor care either, eh?"