"Do you surrender the ship?" "Is this an outburst of wit?" demanded Ardita. "Are you an idiot—or just being initiated to some fraternity?" "I asked you if you surrendered the ship." "I thought the country was dry," said Ardita disdainfully. "Have you been drinking finger-nail enamel? You better get off this yacht!" "What?" the young man's voice expressed incredulity. "Get off the yacht! You heard me!"
