Grenfell kept on shooting, but there was no response from the shore.
Grenfell had a very national taste for this sort of reading.
Dr. Grenfell thought it must be some very serious surgical case.
Meanwhile, Vyner and Grenfell were walking the deck and conversing in a low tone.
Grenfell gazed at the thing steadily, and then turned to his companion.
Only Cox and Grenfell's son, the potted-shrimp man; of course it's not he?
Whisky is scarce in that country, but it is obtainable, and Grenfell generally procured a good deal of it.
"You're a politician, I see," said Grenfell, with a sneering laugh.
Doctor Grenfell's big sympathetic heart went out to the poor sufferer and his destitute family.
"I'm not aware that there are any towers for it to wave over," said Grenfell, mockingly.