Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1917-08-30
CHAPTER viii.

Later she recalled that one OF the
foghorns agonized squalls had seemed
like signal for the attack. 1t was
Ieverberating in her ears. like the
shrek of damned SOUL all the while
she was struggling in that brutal EN-.
brace. It was still yammering even
when she was released.
Throughout her consciousness was
faithfully registering nightmare i'm.
pressions-of the second man closing
in to MD her first assallant; Of saw.
age tearing Of her cloak; Of cynicn,
accents breathed hatefully in. her ear.
"'Easy now! Take 1t easy. little one.
II you don't want to get hurt! Steady
SOL" Of someone swearing fretfully:
OF third voice rapping out an oath OF
rage; Of sounds like the crack Of
pistol shot. the thud Of heavy fall.
Erunt Of pain, vile expression from
him who held her
And then she was free-and the fog.
horn still screeching!
She staggered back to the rail, hel
brain Keeling. no true conference in heI
consciOusness-only the struggle be
tween instructive desire to scream an6
the knowledge that for some reason
she mustn't.
Then friendly voice saluted facul.
ties just beginning to comprehend that
chance had sent a rescue. you. Miss
Craven? Your" Quoin was bending
solicitously over her as she chung trem.
bling to the rail.
Words come with difficulty from q
throat parched with fright. "Oh!" she
cried, one hand to her bosom. "Mr
Quoin"
you're quite safe now. But are
you hurt. Miss Crnven?"
"I'm all right. I think. Oh. thank
you. Mr.. Quoin!"
"Thcre! I've done nothing-just
happened along at the right time
thank God! But the first thing Is
to get you out of this COMPOUNDED fog!
"No-plense-One moment"
The girl was searching frnHticnlly
for the lining pocket in her cloak.
And then ut last she found it, anG
It was empty.
She turned n vacant stare to Quoin's
puzzled regard. A sense Of suffoca
ton oppressed her. and his voice
sounded from far distance:
"What's the matter? You're sure
you're not hurt? Can do anything?"
"Tve been robbed" she managed to
articulate piteously.
"Then." he urged. "let me see you to
your stateroom. Afterward I'll find
the captain"
mo, no! Oh, please, no! Don't
tell anybody"
He stared. LET me get this straight
he said after moment. you've been
subjected to dastnrdly attack, and
robbed, and don't want me to lodge
a complaint with the officers?"
Eyes, yes!' she nodded. Eyes,
that's it-Gon't tell anybody. Promise
me that-please promise!"
III that's your WISH" he said coolly,
'I've no right to oppose It,"
"Tm sorry" she faltered; "but it's
something can't explain. If I'd only
myself to think Of" She checked in
CONSERVATION at that slip.
II see." Quoin said gently. sits an
others secret-not all your own?'
She was silent.
"But." he persisted, "you've been
robbed of something valuable-whether
yours or another's. Do you mean to
let It 60 without effort to regain itr
"Oh. no-something must be done!
She worked her hands together in help
Jess torment.
''Tlen you dent mean to let the
matter drop? But can you accomplish
anything unaided? / don't want to
seem intrusive. but Tn really bill
experienced in such matters, you
know. And OF the many who have
trusted me, none has eSer regretted
It"