CHAP: III. LARBOARD WATCH AHOY!
"What do you think of things in general?" Callcott asked of Somers one evening, a fortnight or so after their first encounter. They were getting used to one another: and they liked one another, in a separated sort of way. When neither of them was on the warpath, they were quite happy together. They played chess together now and then, a ; wild and haphazard game. Somers invented quite brilliant attacks, and rushed in recklessly, occasionally wiping Jack off the board in a quarter of an hour. But he was very careless of his defence. The other man played at this. To give Callcott justice, he was more accustomed to draughts than to chess, and Somers had never played draughts, not to remember. So Jack played a draughts game, aiming at seizing odd pieces. It wasn't Somers' idea of chess, so he wouldn't take the trouble to defend himself. His men fell to this ambush, and he lost the game. Because at the end, when he had only one or two pieces to attack, Jack was very clever at cornering, having the draughts moves off by heart.
"But it isn't chess," protested Somers.
"You've lost, haven't you?" said Jack.
"Yes. And I shall always lose that way. I can't piggle with those draughtsmen dodges."
"Ah well, if I can win that way, I have to do it. I don't know the game as well as you do," said Jack. And there was a quiet sense of victory, "done you down," in his tones. Somers required all his dignity not to become angry. But he shrugged his shoulders.
Sometimes, too, if he suggested a game, Callcott would object that he had something he must do. Lovat took the slight rebuff without troubling. Then an hour or an hour and a half later, Callcott would come tapping at the door, and would enter saying:
"Well, if you are ready for a game."
And Lovat would unsuspectingly acquiesce. But on these occasions Jack had been silently, secretly accumulating his forces; there was a silence, almost a stealth in his game. And at the same time his bearing was soft as
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