He arranged the biscuits, his tobacco pouch, and a box of
matches in convenient places; laid down a life-buoy as a pillow, and
stretched himself at full length on the deck. After a time he shut his
eyes, so that no insistent vision of the _Spindrift's_ rigging should
interrupt the working of his thought. At half-past eleven he was
hailed from the shore. He raised himself slightly, and, leaning on his
elbow, looked over the gunwale of the yacht. Major Kent stood on the
beach.
"Anything wrong?" shouted Meldon.
"No. Nothing, except that Doyle is up at the house wanting to see you,
and he seems to be in an uncommonly bad temper."
"I'm not going to drag myself all the way up to the house to gratify
some whim of Doyle's. If he thinks he has a grievance, let him come
down to the shore and I'll pacify him."
"Very well," said the Major. "I'll bring him. You row ashore and be
ready when he comes."
"I shall do nothing of the sort. I can shout at him from here. He
can't possibly have any business of a confidential kind. He merely
wants to be soothed down about some trifle, and that can be done just
as well from a distance.
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