"Looks like they've decided to make a nudist colony of it," Lynwood commented.
Lynwood was some three miles from the River Swamp, and shall a gentleman allow a lady to lug her belongings that distance?
He went up to Lynwood one morning to find Claribel packing for a hasty departure.
As they drew up to the open door, he saw Lynwood and Norton, pilot and engineer, standing just inside waiting for him.
And that evening we sat by his gas stove and he read me the next four chapters of 'Lynwood.'
Lynwood handled the ship on manual control with ease, almost with flourish.
Davison has forwarded me to-day two letters from readers of 'Lynwood.'
He had astonished me by the vigour and depth of the first volume of 'Lynwood's Heritage.'
"Some sort of petty squabble over who gives orders to who," Lynwood answered.
The last part of 'Lynwood' far exceeded my expectations; perhaps—yet I don't really think so—I viewed it too favourably.