I am not sure but he was a little glad that such evidence should have
been given at the moment, when a kind of restraint had come between him
and Ruth, by one who he had reason to think was not wholly his friend
might be his enemy. It was a kind of offset to his premonitions and to
the peril over which he might stumble at any moment.
To me the situation was almost inexplicable; but the woman herself was
inexplicable: at this moment the evil genius of us all, at that doing us
all a kind of crude, superior justice. I was the first to speak.
"Roscoe," I said, "I never had heard of this, although I remember the
circumstance as told in the newspapers. But I am glad and proud that I
have a friend with such a record."
"And, only think," said Mrs. Falchion, "he actually was not
court-martialled for abandoning his ship to save an admiral and a fleet.
But the ways of the English Admiralty are wonderful. They go out of their
way to avoid a court-martial sometimes, and they go out of their way to
establish it sometimes."
By this time we had started towards the mill. Roscoe walked ahead with
Ruth Devlin.
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