sential it was to keep up appearances in such a party, Geoff must remember.
He waited and listened till he heard Latham turn over as one awake and then he leaned over the edge of his bunk.
"Price," he called down quietly.
"What do you want?"
"I was a fool," Geoff apologised.
"I know it."
Geowff waited a moment to control himself and then forced it out: "Forgive me."
"Oh—all right."
Geoff turned back, less satisfied rather than more. His blood tingled hotly as he thought of this man having the power he now held over Margaret, and he, her brother, though she did not blame him, still was in some way to blame. He would never sleep if he thought of that; so he drove his mind back to reviewing the work he had been doing. An uncertainty came to him and he sat up.
"What's the matter now?" Latham asked sharply.
"I say, did you look over the rest of the tanks in the hold?"
