"Yes," said Blair quietly. "Winchesters. They're down below with the Maxim. Let me show you something else," and he led the two gentlemen along the deck to a longboat, keel up, on a stand well forward. The boat stood high and was covered with tarpaulin. "Do you care to peep under?" he asked. And the Secretary bent and peeped, and straightened up again with raised eyebrows. "You mean business, evidently, Mr. Blair. That's an odd passenger for a missionary ship." "She throws a 9-lb. shell a mile and a half," said Blair, "and Captain Cathie is an old naval gunner. Yes, we mean business. But this business"--patting the long gun's cover--"only in case of absolute necessity. You quite understand the situation? I hope you have confidence in me?" "I quite understand, and I have perfect confidence. Mr. Blair. I believe for once the right man is in the right place. We will do everything we possibly can to further your views. If we can't get all we want, we can no doubt keep our eyes closed." Their visitors were delighted with all they saw, but all of them did not see everything. Even if one is prepared to tackle one's problems with an iron grip, it is not always highest wisdom to shake one's fist in the face of the world. Blair showed them also the thousand and one other things he was taking out, seeds and germs of civilisation, from which he hoped a mighty harvest, and named many more which he would procure in Australia. He limned his ideas lightly, and gave them even fuller glimpse than he had ever yet done of his ultimate hopes; and, waxing eloquent, held them spellbound at the magnitude of the far-reaching possibilities. And to all, Jean's eloquent face and sparkling eyes played ready chorus, and Lord Selsea and the Secretary went away deeply impressed with what they had seen, and more with what they had heard, and most of all with what they had been made to think and hope. "A very fine young fellow!" said the Secretary, as he neutralised the sulphur again. "Ay!--a man, every inch of him. May he live to see his golden dreams realised!" "I tell you what, Selsea, it's mighty refreshing to come in contact with enthusiasm such as that running in harness with sound common sense." "Big heart and level head--a fine combination!" "I feel as if I'd been a trip on the sea, or up on a mountain top. I wish we could swop B---- for him. Half a dozen of him in a Cabinet now--eh?" "My dear fellow, don't! The contrast is too painful." CHAPTER X A BLACK OBJECT-LESSON "It's a wonderful world!" said Aunt Jannet Harvey, for the four hundred and fourteenth time since, one by one, the Forelands and Dungeness and Beachy Head faded over the quarter as they ran down Channel. "And it gets more and more wonderful the further you go. Jean, my dear, have you ever in your dreams seen anything equal to that?"