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Royson?" it said, and he was called back from the unknown to find Miss Fenshawe standing near. "I beg your pardon," he stammered. "I was so taken up with this to me most entrancing experience " "That you did not hear my fairy footsteps," she broke in, with a quiet laugh. "Do not apologize for that. I am wearing list slippers, so my ghostlike approach is easily accounted for.
Here the stores and coal bunkers were replenished, but no member of the crew was allowed to land. Cablegrams, letters, and newspapers came in bundles for the cabin-folk. The only communication of any sort for officers or men was a letter addressed to Royson by name.
"If only I could persuade grandad that he is being wilfully misled, things might go as I wish. Can't you help, Mr. Royson?" Then she turned her face to his, and the temptation that had gripped him many a time of late came back with an intensity that was almost unendurable. He did not flinch from her steadfast eyes. Though the path of honor was steep and straight he must tread it to the end.
"I thought it was a stroke of some kind, 'but I've fair lost my bearin's since I gev' over plashin' at sea." The amazement of the elders at the manner in which those young people addressed each other was slight in comparison with the thrill Royson caused when he had taken some soup, and was prepared to do justice to more solid food.
The fresh outburst of music brought renewed prancing, but the pair were in hand now, for Royson held the reins, and the mud- bedaubed coachman was ready to twist their heads off in his wrath. "Don't know what took 'em," he was gasping to the policeman. "Never knew 'em be'ave like this afore. Quiet as sheep, they are, as a ryule." "Too fat," explained the unemotional constable.
You will see him in his element when we come to collect a kafila." So, smiling and soft-tongued, Mrs. Haxton turned in response to some delighted exclamation from the girl. They made their way inland in the wake of a swaggering negro, and, as Royson passed with the others, Abdullah, the Arab, appraised him with critical eye. "By the Holy Kaaba," said he, "there goes a man!
Off you go to bed, Irene. Sufficient for the day is the excitement thereof. And, according to present Indications, we shall be kept busy to-morrow. Goodnight, Mr. Royson. I shall be better able to thank you in the morning." Irene, too, held out a hand to Dick. "I'm making up all sorts of nice compliments to offer you," she said, pleasantly. "You need, not protest.
Stump seemed to be awaiting him with a halter. "I hope I did right, sir, in jumping in like that," gasped Dick. "I thought it best to get steering way on the yacht without delay, and " "Wot's yer name now?" roared Stump, glowering at him in a manner which led Dick to believe he had committed an unpardonable offense. "Still the same, sir Royson."
Forbes's various communications, so he sent the brief message: "Writing, Royson," which, he thought, covered the ground sufficiently. Before rejoining Mr. Fenshawe and Irene, he walked a little way towards the harbor, and, as he half expected, met Stump returning from the yacht.
Haxton, and not Irene, was the prize sought by the marauders. Royson, though in a white heat of helpless rage, soon became alive to this element in an otherwise inexplicable outrage, and endeavored to soothe Mr. Fenshawe's wild-eyed alarm by telling him the girl would surely be sent back as soon as the error was discovered. There was no time for explanations.
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