Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1915-08-08
SUNDAY MAGAZINE for August 8, 1915


Doubtless the injury had received had
something to do with this, but still more
had sight that flashed upon my eyes just
as we We're ascending the ships tall side
lsola Ravenna's face, framed in port
hole, white as the paint of the ship, wide
eyed, and with the under lip dropped as
lips only droop in terror or dismay. Her
hands, clutching the brazen rim of the
port, were banched with the closeness of
the grip. When she saw me pass, chatting
with Hahn, a cigarette in my mouth, the
terror on her face dissolved as snow dis
solves beneath thawing wind. Her
clutching hands let go, and she slipped
back into the dusk of her cabin, thinking
no doubt that nobody had seen her.
fancied Richter had, for he cast curl
GUS glance at me as we reached the graft
ing, and then threw a rapid look down the
ships side. When we got on board, he
went off at once down the alleyway. He
had his back to me, but | could see that
he was twisting his mustache violently
with both hands, and fancied, somehow,
that something had occurred to annoy
him.
7 DON'T know when Red Bob came on
board. We sailed very shortly. He
did not appear till we We're we'll out at sea-
and the ship was beginning her long,
steady roll once more.
Sitting together in our old retreat right
up in the nose of the ship, we had short
talk over the events of the morning.
"You did the best thing in the circum-
Stances he allowed somewhat grudg-
ingly, looking, not at me, but at the illimit-
able, sailless sea that stretched out on our
port beam-a sea scarce changed, in it's
primitive loneliness, since the days when
Schouten and Lemaire sailed over it.
at was put-up job from beginning to
end, and not. a nice one. They couldn't
have known you were handy with weapons
that young Englishman generally knows
nothing about. | don't quite get the
whole reason for it all, somehow. It's true
that your loss would have embarrassed
me-but that could have been worked
otherwise. Almost seems like grudge
against you. But that's not likely"
No." agreed.
Them remembering the incomprehensi-
BILE things that Richter had said to me
when Miss Siddis invaded the scene of the
duel, repeated his words as nearly as l
could remember them.
Il can't make head or tail of him and
his Frau Schultz, said.
Gore said nothing; you would have
thought he was looking on the far horizon
for the ships that never We're there.
I'm glad you told me-" he said by and
by. It'll straighten out. Things do
IL said you were ill.," l ventured.
"when you ran off like that Was l right?'
Red Bob's hard face broke up into
mass of leathery creases.
Right, right" he said his eyes twin
king. Il was. Young Paul, to tell you the
truth about that dashed Siddis woman,
l ran because was morally and physically
certain she'd have her arms round my
neck in two seconds if | didn't. It's the
way they try to save your life,-God
knows why!-especialy in shipwrecks or
fires, or at any time when you want your
hands free and your head cool. And she
was out to save mine. You couldn't have
stopped her with a club. Sol ran, as
many a Drawer man than myself has done.
Give me a match"
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