“Yes, just so. Along the Isle of Dogs.”
“And perhaps you have a preference for one boat more than another.
You would like one that sails as rapidly as — — ”
“Lightning,” interrupted Mordaunt.
“Then mine is the boat you want, sir. I’m your man.”
“I begin to think so, particularly if you have not forgotten a certain signal.”
“Here it is, sir,” and the sailor took from his coat a handkerchief, tied at each corner.
“Good, quite right!” cried Mordaunt, springing off his horse. “There’s not a moment to lose; now