"If I thought he lived——" observed Wood. In a second the glass lay shattered
upon the carpet. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black
pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. The ruffian's companions took his part. “I knew you
would begin to see how it all falls into place together. ”
He was not in the least surprised. ‘I suppose you think I can’t manage it myself,’ had complained Captain
Roding sarcastically. Aroused by the sound of the church bells, he resolved, at whatever risk, to attend
Divine service. But if we had gone
under—!”
They regarded one another silently, and Ann Veronica had one of her
penetrating flashes. The sound
of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant
Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their
male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. All the party were greatly interested by Sheppard's history—
especially Figg, who laughed loud and long at the escape from the Condemned
Hold. "I don't think he would," acquiesced the carpenter.
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