“There’s one man that never forgets a good turn, and that’s John Bunce.  Where shall I find you in Penang, sir, if I get there safe?”

“Oh!  I shan’t be there.  I’m going straight on to the Solomon Islands.”

“Well, sir, if you’re ever Rotherhithe way, you’ll find me at 197 Prince’s Road; I’m retiring after this voyage.  Margy’ll be proud to give you a cup of tea, and I will say I’d like you to hear her sing.”

“All right, I won’t forget.  All ready, Roddy?”

“Ready and waiting, mister.”

Smith went to his place.

“Are you quite comfortable, Miss Bunce?” he said, noticing that the girl was pale and nervous.  “I’m sorry I can’t give you my seat, but my man and I must sit together.  You’ll forgive us for turning our backs on you.”

The girl smiled faintly without speaking.  Several of the crew had ranged themselves on each side of the aeroplane, to hold it steady until the propellers had worked up a good speed.  Smith started the engine; the deafening whirr began:  then at the word “Go!” the sailors released their holds and the aeroplane lurched forward just clear of the bulwarks.  Margaret Bunce clutched the rail nervously.  One or two of the men had been somewhat slow in letting go, causing the aeroplane to cant over in a manner that was alarming to the onlookers.  But long practice with the aeroplane in all kinds of gusty weather had developed in Smith an instinct for the right means of meeting an emergency of this nature.  Like a bicyclist, he did the right thing without thinking.  The vessel righted itself at a touch on the warping lever, and in two or three seconds she was sailing rapidly away from the ship.

CHAPTER IX

A PASSENGER FOR PENANG

From the information given him by Captain Bunce, Smith hoped to pick up the lights of Penang without much difficulty.  While on the ship’s deck he had noticed that the easterly breeze was very light, so that even with the slight additional weight he carried, his speed would not be greatly diminished.  With good luck three or four hours would see him safe in port.

Rodier pulled out his watch soon after they started, and comparing it with the schedule of the journey, shouted in Smith’s ear—­

“We are four hours late, mister.”

“I know we are,” cried Smith.  “Confound you, Roddy, you’re always telling me I’m late.  If you say anything like that again I’ll throw you out.”

Rodier grinned.

“Mademoiselle wouldn’t like that,” he shouted.  “Tout va bien, mademoiselle?” he said, turning to the lady.  “Vous n’avez pas peur?”

“It is terribly fast,” said the girl breathlessly, and Rodier came to the conclusion that Captain Bunce’s opinion of his daughter’s linguistic ability was exaggerated.