Kinney could not forget his manners. But Mr. Aldrich had evidently forgotten his. I heard him shout indignantly: “I’ll be damned if I do!”      

       The voice of Lady Moya laughed.     

       “You’ll be drowned if you don’t!” she answered. I saw a black shadow poised upon the rail. “Steady below there!” her voice called, and the next moment, as lightly as a squirrel, she dropped to the thwart and stumbled into my arms.     

       The voice of Aldrich was again raised in anger. “I’d rather drown!” he cried.     

       Lord Ivy responded with unexpected spirit.     

       “Well, then, drown! The water is warm and it’s a pleasing death.”      

       At that, with a bump, he fell in a heap at my feet.     

       “Easy, Kinney!” I shouted. “Don’t swamp us!”      

       “I’ll be careful!” he called, and the next instant hit my shoulders and I shook him off on top of Lord Ivy.     

       “Get off my head!” shouted his lordship.     

       Kinney apologized to every one profusely. Lady Moya raised her voice.     

       “For the last time, Phil,” she called, “are you coming or are you not?”      

       “Not with those swindlers, I’m not!” he shouted. “I think you two are mad! I prefer to drown!”      

       There was an uncomfortable silence. My position was a difficult one, and, not knowing what to say, I said nothing.     

       “If one must drown!” exclaimed Lady Moya briskly, “I can’t see it matters who one drowns with.”      

       In his strangely explosive manner Lord Ivy shouted suddenly: “Phil, you’re a silly ass.”      

       “Push off!” commanded Lady Moya.     

       I think, from her tone, the order was given more for the benefit of Aldrich than for myself. Certainly it was effective, for on the instant there was a heavy splash. Lord Ivy sniffed scornfully and manifested 

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