Concealed in shadows cast by the mid-day sun, the gentleman observed the touching scene along the ship's railing, the close embrace, and the tender exchange of kisses between the cowboy and the daughter of Sheik bin Riyadh. The Englishman smiled to himself, so she was on board the ship. He had not seen her for parts of two days and had begun to wonder if she had embarked in Liverpool. Careful to remain unnoticed, the man shielded his face by spreading open a newspaper that had been tucked under his arm, all the while keeping an eye on the couple. As he feigned interest in one of the columns, he prided himself on his patience. It was his patience that enabled him to unobtrusively tag Frank Hopkins the last two days. He had periodically followed the cowboy around the ship without arousing his suspicion. He had even spoken briefly with Mr. Hopkins, polite conversation about the sailing, the weather, and he had purposefully refrained from asking Mr. Hopkins if he was traveling alone. The gentleman glanced up over the top edge of the paper. The couple was smiling and talking with one another. Yes, just be patient, he told himself, this was by no means the last day of the voyage, and if he was careful, if he timed it properly, he would find an opportunity to speak with bin Riyadh's beautiful daughter, without frightening her. No, he must not scare her; persuade her, entice her, yes. He noticed how Mr. Hopkins eyes were locked onto hers. He would have to seduce her in such a way, that his offer would be more appealing than the promise shining in Mr. Hopkins eyes. He glanced over the corner of the newspaper again. Mr. Hopkins was taking her by the hand moving from the railing to walk in the opposite direction along the deck. The Englishman's eyes targeted the rough rider who was talking and smiling at the young woman as he led her away. Patience, he reminded himself, he would have his time to speak with her, and when he did, the cowboy would not be present.