ve
been shocked to find that for a hundred who can talk glibly of his
novels there is hardly one who has communed with him in his essays."

"We have actually hit upon a topic that should prove inexhaustible.
Believe me, Miss Maxwell, that is my pet subject. More than once,
needing a listener, I have even lectured my long-suffering terrier,
Joey, on the point."

Isobel laughed softly. The two standing in front of the bookcase
started apart, with a sudden consciousness that they were speaking
unguardedly, for Isobel's mirth had mockery in it--"there was a
laughing devil in her sneer."

"By the way, where is Joey?" she asked.

The dog answered her question by appearing, with a stretch and a yawn,
from beneath a bunk. He had heard his name in Courtenay's voice. That
sufficed for Joey at any time.

"What a strange animal!" went on Isobel. "I should have thought that
he would bark, or peep out at us, at the least, when we came in."

"Joey had a disturbed night," said Courtenay. "We passed the evening
in the Hotel Colon, and he regards South American hotels as the natural
dwelling-place of cats, and other bad characters. Here, he is at home,
and he knew that I was present."

"Otherwise, he would have classified us as suspicious?"

"He is far too discriminating. What do you say, pup?"

Joey looked up at his master. Apparently, he found the conversation
trivial; he yawned again, capaciously.

"You darling! You must have slept with one eye open," said Elsie,
stooping to pat him.

"Oh, take care!" cried Isobel. "He may bite you."

"Not he! When you see that wistful look in a dog's eyes, have no fear.
He wants to speak then. You won't bite me, will you, dear?" And Elsie
sank on one knee, to stroke Joey's white coat; whereupon Joey tried to
lick her face.

"Between the Stevenson Library and the captain's dog you are installed
as a prime favorite on board the _Kansas_," commented Isobel. The
other girl rose hurriedly. She had caught the touch of malice in the
smooth voice.

"Captain Courtenay is too polite to remind us that we are intruders,"
she said lightly. "We forget that he is busy. Joey, candidly canine,
did not try to hide his feelings."

Isobel swung her chair round to face the door.

"This is quite the best place in the ship," she said. "I am very
comfortable, thank you. Please don't send us away, captain."

Before Courtenay could answer, the officer of the watch looked in.

"Cape