"Would you do it again for the same money?" Clark asked guilefully. The Englishman coughed. "I must confess," he said, "that it is not an experience I am anxious to repeat." Brand rose to his feet. "Well, sir," he concluded, "I offer you my congratulations on your trip. We shall just dot a few words together concerning it for the New York newspapers. Anything you'd like to add?" Crawshay stroked his upper lip. "You can say," he pronounced with dignity, "that I found the trip most enjoyable. And by-the-by, you had better put a word in about the skill of the pilot--Lieutenant T. Johnson, I believe his name was. I have no experience in such matters, and I found him once or twice a little unsympathetic when I complained of bumps, but the young man did his best--of that I am convinced." Mr. Brand's tongue slowly crept round the outside of his mouth. He met the eye of his friend Mr. Clark and indulged in a wink. He had the air of a man who felt relieved by the operation. "We are very much obliged to you, Mr. Crawshay," he declared. "You have done something to brighten this trip, anyway." "A little later," Crawshay announced, "either just before your luncheon or dinner hour, if you and your friends would meet me in the smoking room, I should be delighted to remember in the customary fashion that I have won a rather considerable wager." "Come, that's bully," Brand declared, with a little real feeling in his tone. "I tell you, Clark," he added, as they made their way along the deck to the writing room, "you've got to prick these damned Britishers pretty hard, but they've generally got a bit of the right feeling somewhere tucked away. He'll have a swollen head for the rest of this voyage, though." Crawshay watched the two men disappear, out of the corner of his eye. Then he rose to his feet and commenced a little promenade about the sunny portion of the deck. After two or three turns he found himself face to face with Jocelyn Thew, who had just issued from the companionway. "Good morning, Mr. Late Passenger!" the latter exclaimed. Crawshay paused and looked him up and down. "Do I know you, sir?" he asked. "I am not so sure that you do," Jocelyn replied, "but after yesterday the whole world knows Mr. Reginald Crawshay." "Very kind of you, I am sure," Crawshay murmured. "What I did really wasn't worth making a fuss about." "You had an uncomfortable ride, I fear?" Jocelyn continued. "I was most unsuitably attired," Crawshay hastened to explain. "If, instead of asking me very absurd questions at the aerodrome, they had provided me with some garments calculated to exclude the salt water, I should be able to look back upon the trip with more pleasurable feelings." "Pity you had to make it, wasn't it?" Jocelyn observed, falling into step with him. "I scarcely follow you, Mr.--Ought I to know your name? I have a shocking memory." "My name is Jocelyn Thew." "Mr. Jocelyn Thew," Crawshay concluded.