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"A reading-club?" shouted everybody. "Yes. It is Mrs. Poinsett's hour to read to Lady Moreham, and she kindly suggested our joining them. Would you like to?" "Lady Moreham? How wonderful!" murmured Allyne, and the sisters exchanged meaning glances. But Dwight looked dubious. "I'd rather hear one of Quint's yarns," he remarked, frankly.
Besides, he is not hunting you; the man thinks you dead." "True; I had forgotten," said the lady, looking somewhat reassured. "Claire, we will pack to-night, and then try and be content until it is time to go." "Meantime, I will telegraph to Lord and let him know that you will come, and when," said Mr. Allyne, taking up his hat to depart. The morning of their departure dawned clear and bright.
Allyne have you come to tell us something?" for there was a desperate look in the young man's' face that startled her. "No, only good-by! They need more help below, and I am going down. You have these young ladies in charge, Madam?" "Yes. And tell their father he will find the three of us in his own cabin when he needs us." Her eyes, sharp and imperative, questioned him "Is there great danger?"
He turned quickly to an officer awaiting commands, and paid no further attention as Allyne moodily withdrew. The young man saw that the men were about to launch one of the boats, and that some of the crew were now making ready to raise the dingey to position on the davits, while others were hastening to take their seats within it.
Allyne, looking a bit pale and reserved, sat back in one corner, half screened by his companion, and near the open doors and windows, clustered the servants and such part of the crew as were off duty, their dark faces and turbaned heads forming an artistic contrast to the whiter-skinned race who sat within.
After watching the dingey until it melted into the outlines of the larger hull, they formed into groups beneath the awnings, to speculate upon this wreck and to hear yarns of others, each more thrilling than the last, till the sisters began to fear they should never see their father safe again. Allyne, happening to turn from his sullen survey, saw that the Windemere girls, Mrs.
The lieutenant turned his head a trifle, and bowed coolly. "Excuse me till later, please; I am engaged with Miss Hosmer at present." The other laughed out in a disagreeable manner. While alone with Mrs. When sober, Mr. Allyne was usually a gentleman, but in his cups he became little short of a ruffian in manner. He laughed significantly. "Engaged with, or to?" he asked with insolence.
Campbell, and two or three of the men were seated close by. As he turned, Mrs. Campbell said pleasantly, but with something of sarcasm in her tone, "Aren't you well, Mr. Allyne? This is the first time I've seen you to-day." "Yes, thank you, I'm well except for a headache." "Headache? Indeed!" She laughed lightly, and her manner made him wince. "You seem to find it amusing," he said resentfully.
After a few steps the latter looked back over his shoulder, and saw Allyne gazing somewhat moodily after them. "Aren't you coming?" he asked pleasantly, turning back. "Am I wanted?" was returned quickly. "Of course, if you like to go," laughed the young officer, and Allyne strode forward.
Captain Hosmer seemed too absorbed in something he was examining through his binocular to notice him, however, and just as Allyne, somewhat reluctantly, spoke his name, the watch sang out, "Sail on the port bow, sir." "Is she anchored, or drifting, Ferris?" called back the captain. "Drifting, I think, sir. Should judge it's a wreck."
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