to pursue and catch me anyhow! But let's not recall anything like that!" He shrugged with a real, reminiscent shiver this time. "Let's think that we are at sea again, and four hundred miles nearer America each day!"
He looked away from his companion and glanced expectantly and hopefully down the broad, bright promenade-deck, alive with the breeze and gayety of the first forenoon at sea.
Ahead, the tiny little green Isles of Scilly, speckled and splashed with the white, dashing surf from the mighty ocean now clear and open to the American shore, began to slip past in scattered successions. But at last the steadying ship shook off even those last lingering recollections of the land and breasted full and fair the breadth of the glistening Atlantic.
And, as forgetful as young Preston himself of the warning of the "wireless" aerials humming softly in the wind overhead, the other passengers began to settle themselves comfortably for their last, long delightful week at sea, secure from disturbance or interruption.
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