Warren got grimly to his feet, a long lean figure in white, and dropped at once, sinking far down. “Welcome, Warren. And now here’s Byron Henry, of the Devilfish.” Byron half rose, then sat down with an unpleasant mutter. “Hi, Byron! Their father’s a battleship man, folks, so the family’s pretty well got the sea covered—the surface, the air, and the deeps. That’s the Henry family, and one reason our country remains strong and safe is that we have plenty of Henry families.”
