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But I said, come on, if we get left on this wreck we are in a fix, sure. So on we prowled again. We struck for the stern of the texas, and found it, and then scrabbled along forwards on the skylight, hanging on from shutter to shutter, for the edge of the skylight was in the water. When we got pretty close to the cross-hall door there was the skiff, sure enough! I could just barely see her.
I cried, eagerly. "Where shall I address you?" "I can't tell you that. But you can bring it here and leave it in the Chinese jar, and I will get it." "How do you come in and go out of this house without being seen?" I demanded. "By the area door?" "Perhaps so," and she spoke lightly. "And perhaps by a window, and maybe by means of an aeroplane and down through the skylight."
Spofford took his arm, leaning heavily against him. Her figure had straightened, however. He had given her the needed confidence. They made their way up the steps leading to the topmost deck. Others had already preceded them. A dozen men and women were looking out over the sea through their binoculars. Olga Obosky was well forward, seated on the edge of a partially wrecked skylight and ventilator.
"Aye, Paranili," he said, in his deep, guttural tones, "it is to Tatakoto she hath gone 'tis her mother's land." That night, as she lay on the skylight with her hand in his, Doris told him all she knew: "They were all kind to me when I went ashore to your house, Fred, but Luita looked so fiercely at me.... Her eyes frightened me they had a look of death in them.
During the whole day the skirmishes continued, the crew of the Yungfrau climbing on the table of the cabin, and firing through the skylight, but in so doing, they exposed themselves to the fire of the other party who sat like cats watching for their appearance, and discharging their pieces the moment that a head presented itself.
"Very good," said I. "You have a lady on board, I think?" "But yes, monsieur: my wife!" and he flourished his arm toward the bundle of tarpaulin that still remained huddled up under the shelter of the skylight. "She will of course have to go first," I said. "Are there any preparations she would wish to make before being transferred to the other vessel?"
Again chained to the mainmast, the three yachtsmen stood gloomily regarding Dolores, whose capable, battle-wise fingers now performed a task more in keeping with her sex and charm. Under the great swing-lamp in the skylight she leaned over the table, mixing wine in low, stout cups, spreading a silver salver with food from the pantry. And a thrilling picture she made in the soft glow of the lamp.
An interested onlooker and in-listener at these boarding-house battles was Kedzie. By now she was weary of her present occupation of course! She was tired of photographs of herself, especially as they were secured at the cost of long hours of posing under the hot skylight of a photograph gallery.
For our makeshift protection of the damaged companion and skylight, as well as the fore-scuttle, had been swept away, probably at the first stroke of the hurricane, although not one of us had observed it, and already vast quantities of water were pouring into the little vessel's interior, principally through the fore-scuttle.
Towards daybreak the skipper appeared in shining oilskins, tapped the barometer, glanced at me, and laughed because my pillow which was a linen bag stuffed with old magazines at that moment became lower than my heels, and the precipitous rug tried to smother me. I enjoyed that laugh. Later still, I saw that our dark skylight was beginning to regain its sight. Light was coming through.
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