"Stop, stop," she cried. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Before my
father, too! You great Russian bear!" and, breathless, she put her
open palm against his face, and shoved his head away from her.
"Don't bother about me, Kate," said her father. "That's nothing to the
way we acted when I was young. Come on, boys, to the smoking-room, and
I'll mix you something good: real Kentucky, twenty-seven years in
barrel, and I've got all the other materials for a Manhattan."
"Jack, I am glad to see you," panted Katherine, all in disarray, which
she endeavored to set right by an agitated touch here and there. "Now,
Jack, I'm going to take you to the smoking-room, but you'll have to
behave yourself as you walk along the deck. I won't be made a
spectacle of before the crew."
"Come along, Drummond," said the Captain, "and bring Miss Dorothy with
you."
But Drummond stood in front of Dorothy Amhurst, and held out his hand.
"You haven't forgotten me, Miss Amhurst, I hope?"
"Oh, no," she replied, with a very faint smile, taking his hand.
"It seems incredible that you are here," he began. "What a lucky man I
am. Captain Kempt takes his yacht to rescue his son-in-law that is to
be, and incidentally rescues me as well, and then to find you here! I
suppose you came because your friend Miss Kempt was aboard?"
"Yes, we are all but inseparable."
"I wrote you a letter, Miss Amhurst, the last night I was in St.
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