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On The Firing Line
by Anna Chapin Ray and Hamilton Brock Fuller
CHAPTER ONE
Six feet one in his stockings； broad…shouldered and without an ounce of extra flesh； Harvard Weldon suddenly halted before one of a line of deck chairs。
〃I usually get what I want； Miss Dent；〃 he observed suggestively。
〃You are more fortunate than most people。〃 Her answering tone was dry。
Most men would have been baffled by her apparent indifference。 Not so was Weldon。 Secure in the possession of a good tailor and an equally good digestion； he was willing to await the leisurely course of events。
〃My doctor always advises mild exercise after lunch；〃 he continued。
〃You are in the care of a physician？〃 she queried； with a whimsical glance up at his brown face and athletic figure。
〃Not just now。 I was once； however。〃 She raised her brows in polite interrogation。 Her involuntary thawing of a moment before had given place to absolute conventionality。 Weldon smiled to himself； as he noted the change。 He had been at sea for three days now； and those three days had been chiefly spent in trying to penetrate the social shell of his next neighbor at table。 It was not so much that Ethel Dent was undeniably pretty as that he had been piqued by her frosty reception of his efforts to supplement the services of a careless waiter。
Now； uninvited； he dropped into the empty chair next her own。
〃If I may？〃 he said questioningly； as he raised his cap。 〃Yes； I have had a doctor twice。 Once was measles； once a collar bone broken in football。 Both times； I was urged to take a walk after luncheon。 Is Miss Arthur？〃
He hesitated for the right word。 Still ignoring his obvious hint； Ethel Dent supplied the word； without charity for her luckless chaperon。 〃Horridly seasick。〃 She pointed out to the level steely… gray sea。 〃And on this duck…pond；〃 she added。
Her accent was expressive。 Weldon laughed。
〃Perhaps she isn't as used to the duck…pond as you are。〃
The girl brushed a lock of vivid gold hair from her eyes； then she sat up； to add emphasis to her words。 〃Miss Arthur has been to America and back seven times and to Australia once；〃 she said conclusively。
〃As globe…trotter； or as commercial traveller？〃
〃Neither。 As professional chaperon。 When she applied for me； she stated〃 The girl caught her breath and stopped short。
〃Well？〃 he asked encouragingly。 She shook her head。 Again； for an instant； Weldon could see the humanity beneath the veneering。 Moreover； he liked what he saw。 The blue eyes were honest and steady。 One mocking dimple belied the gravity of the firm lips。
〃What did she state？〃 he asked again。
〃It's not manners to tell tales about one's companion；〃 she demurred。
〃Not if you spell it with a little c。 With a capital； it becomes professional； and you can say what you choose。 Miss Arthur is a righteous lady； nevertheless； she is a bit professional。 And you were saying that the lady stated〃
〃That she never had been seasick in her life。〃
〃Oh。 And did she also produce certificates as to her moral character？ Or is fibbing merely bad form nowadays？〃
With swift inconsequence； the girl shifted to the other side of the discussion。
〃Of course； this may be a first attack。〃
〃Of course；〃 Weldon assented gravely。 But again she shifted her ground。 〃Only；〃 she continued； with her eyes thoughtfully fixed on the distant； impersonal point where sea and sky met； 〃only it is a little strange that； yesterday； I heard her tell the stewardess she never took beeftea when she was seasick。〃
〃Oh。〃 Weldon's eyes joined hers on the sky…line。 〃I have heard of similar cases before。〃
〃She offered to come on deck；〃 Ethel went on quietly。 〃It was generous of her； for she knew I was left entirely alone。 Nevertheless； I persuaded her that she was better off in her berth。〃
Leaning back in the chair of the absent invalid； Weldon watched his companion out of the corners of his eyes and rejoiced at the change in her。 Even while he rejoiced； he marvelled。 A Canadian by birth and education； he had rarely come in contact with English girls。 At first； he had been totally at a loss to account for the haughty chill in the manner of this one。 Grown accustomed to that； he was still more at a loss to account for this sudden awakening into humanity。 He had as yet to learn that two days of having her only companion seasick； coupled with a sparkling sun and a crisp breeze； can rouse even a duenna…led English girl to the point of expressing her opinions pithily and with vigor。
As the Dunottar Castle had slid away from Southampton； three days before； Weldon had tramped briskly up and down the crowded deck； taking mental note of his companions for the next two weeks。 Among the caped and capped throng leaning over the rail and staring after the receding shore with homesick eyes； he saw little to interest him。 Neither did the shore interest him in the least。 His own partings had come； two weeks before； when the steam yacht had put back from Sandy Hook。 Now； accordingly； he went in search of the dining…room steward to whom he gave much gold and instruction。 Then he betook himself to his stateroom where his mates were already busy settling their belongings。
The luncheon hour disclosed the fact that the dining…room steward had earned his money and had digested his instruction。 A short pause on the threshold informed Weldon that the Dunottar Castle held exactly one pretty girl； the steward informed Weldon that the vacant chair beside her was his own。 Weldon picked up his napkin with a brief prayer of thanksgiving。 What if he was going out to Africa in search of Boers and glory？ There was no especial reason he should not enjoy himself on the way。
Weldon had gained a wide experience of American girls。 well…bred； well…chaperoned； nevertheless they offered possible points of contact to the strangers with whom they were thrown。 To all seeming； Ethel Dent was as accessible as the outer wall of an ice palace。 Beside her decorous ignoring of his existence； Miss Arthur； lean and spectacled and sniffy； appeared to be of maternal kindliness； albeit her only advances had been a muffled request for the salt。 The next morning； Miss Arthur's chair had been empty； and her charge； left to herself； had been more glacially circumspect than ever。 Whatever skittish traits the pair might develop； Weldon felt assured that they would be solely upon the side of Miss Ophelia Arthur。
Now； however； he was giving himself praise for his own astute generalship。 It was no slight matter； at the end of the third day； to find himself sitting next to Miss Dent in the line of steamer chairs and even bending over to pick up the novel she had dropped。 In his elation； Weldon neglected to give credit to Miss Arthur whose digestive woes were the cause of the whole situation。 Only the riper Christianity which comes with declining years can make one wholly loyal to a seasick comrade。
He gave himself yet more praise； next morning at sunrise； when he found himself pacing the deck at Ethel Dent's side。 As a rule； he and his mates rose betimes and； clad in slippers and pajamas； raced up and down the decks to keep their muscles in hard order； before descending for the tubbing which is the matin duty of every self… respecting British subject。 This morning； instead of the deserted decks and the pajama…clad athletes； the passengers were out early to catch the first glimpse of Madeira； and Weldon； starchy and glowing with much cold water； was on deck to catch the first glimpse of Ethel。
Miss Arthur was still invisible； and the girl was discreetly late about appearing。 The deck was full； when at last she came in sight； and it seemed； to her first glance； that she was the only unattended person abroad； that morning。 Her chin rose a little aggressively as she moved forward。 Then her eyes lighted。 Cap in hand； Weldon stood in her direct path。
〃Good morning；〃 he said。 〃We've just passed the lighthouse and are nearly opposite Canical。 If you come over here； you can see it。〃
His tone was matter…of…course； yet masterful。 At the very beginning of her fourth solitary day； Ethel admitted to herself that it was good to have some one take possession of her in this summary fash