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Triplett was beaten from one limb and feature to another, till he was forced to resign the whole woman.
So there was nothing to be seen but a fishing boat at anchor, and the waves crawling up the beach, and nothing to be heard but the jangle of a bell somewhere down the street. The sobs broke out again. "Hush!" commanded Mrs. Triplett, giving her an impatient shake. "Hark to what's coming up along. Can't you stop a minute and give the Towncrier a chance? Or is it you're trying to outdo him?"
Thus we slid through the velvet night with the Double Cross hanging low, sou'west by south. It must have been about an hour before dawn that a shiver of expectancy thrilled us unanimously. "Did you hear that, sir?" said Captain Triplett in a low tone. "No ... what was it?" "A sea-robin ... we must be near land ... there it is again."
Later when the ring of an axe told that the willow limb was being chopped in pieces, Georgina begged to be allowed to go outdoors. "Let me go out and see the tracks of the storm," she urged. "I feel all right. I'm all over the gas now." But Mrs. Triplett preferred to run no risks.
Triplett had been downstairs that evening, none of the birthday nickels would have found their way through the ticket window of the moving picture show. She supposed that Georgina was reading as usual beside the evening lamp, or was out on the front porch talking to Belle.
Slowly I fought my way back to consciousness. Triplett was sitting in a corner still clutching the hammer. On the floor lay Whinney and William Henry Thomas, their twisted legs horribly suggestive of death. "Air," I gasped. Triplett feebly wrenched out the nail and we managed to pull the hatch far enough back to squeeze through.
"She left two days before your birthday and this is the Wednesday after." While Mrs. Triplett began her letter Georgina studied the calendar, putting her finger on a date as she recalled the various happenings of it. Each day had been long and full. That one afternoon when she and Richard found the paper in the rifle seemed an age in itself.
What, indeed, but life itself! I had known my companions for years. We had been class-mates at New Haven when our fathers were working our way through college. How far away it all seemed on that torrid Fourth of July as we sat on the Kawa's deck singing "Oralee", to which we had taught Triplett the bass. "Like a blackbird in the spring, Chanting Ora-lee...."
It was doubtless this unintelligent dignity on our Captain's part, coupled with what was left of his brass buttons and visor cap on which the legend "Kawa" still glimmered faintly, which prompted the aborigines to select him as our chief, an error which I at first thought of correcting by some sort of dramatic tableau such as having Triplett lie down and letting me place my foot on his Adam's apple, of which he had a splendid specimen.
It often happens that when one is all primed and cocked for trouble, that trouble flaps its wings and flies away for a time, leaving nothing to fire at. So Georgina, going home with her prism and her "line to live by," ready and eager to prove how bravely she could meet disappointments, found only pleasant surprises awaiting her. Mrs. Triplett had made a birthday cake in her absence.
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