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Ralph had said it would be well for her to become Willy's wife, and she had promised him never to leave the Moss while his mother lived. She would do as he had said. Willy had asked her for a sign, and she must give hint, one a sign that she was willing to say "Yes" if he spoke again to-day as he had spoken yesterday. Having once settled this point, her spirits experienced a complete elevation.
"We were mourning its loss, little thinking of the advantage it would be to others. You would probably not have seen the ordinary fire we had kept burning." While they were talking a shout was heard, and Willy and Peter Patch were seen hurrying up, followed by Ensign Holt with a couple of men and young Broke, each carrying a heavy load of seals' flesh on his shoulders.
"If anything happens to him you'll answer for it on a charge of criminal carelessness at the first port we put into." "Wait till you get a chance," growled the officer to Green; to Willy he said, "Go on up." Willy crossed himself, then swung himself without fear up on the rope ladder leading from the side of the vessel to the crow's nest. Right after him followed Redfox.
The boys stood around, looking down on him. "I've come back home," he said. His eyes were closed. "He's dreaming," whispered Willy. "Did you ever see anybody die?" asked Frank, in a low tone. Willy's face paled. "No, Frank; let's go home and tell somebody." Frank stooped and touched the soldier's face. He was talking all the time now, though they could not understand everything he said.
The cab with Ingigerd, Frederick, and Willy in it was transported from Hoboken to New York in the usual way, jammed in between other carriages and trucks on the ferry-boat. A newsboy on the ferry handed into the cab a copy of The Sun, with whole columns already describing the disaster. The authors of the information were probably the health officers and Captain Butor.
Willy Cameron thought he saw behind it Jim Doyle and other men like Doyle, men who knew the discontents of the world, and would fatten by them; men who, secretly envious of the upper classes and unable to attain to them, would pull all men to their own level, or lower. Men who cloaked their own jealousies with the garb of idealism. Intelligent it was, dangerous, and imminent.
"When were they to call for this information?" questioned Miss Briggs. "They didn't say. I was to leave it there, that's all," growled Joe, stalking to her breakfast fire and resuming her operations there. "Would it not be a good plan to have Willy Horse watch the log and see if he can give our 'friends' a scare?" asked Grace. "Yes, but Willy is inclined to be violent," laughed Tom.
With a wave of the hand, Gabriel Druse ordered the cortege forward, and silently the procession with its yellow banners and its sable, drooping plumes moved on. Once on its way again, Willy Welsh and his silver-cornet band struck up the hymn, "Lead, Kindly Light." It was the one real coincidence of the day that this moving hymn was written by a cardinal of the Catholic Church.
Though not over well pleased at the interference of the commander, the young officers, feeling that his rebuke was just, discharged their rifles in the air, and did not again produce them during the voyage. Willy Dicey and Peter Patch had been on the poop when these remarks had been made.
All at once he comes, and he generally walks with me, because he's afraid Abby won't want him, but it's Abby." This morning, Willy Jones, aroused, perhaps, to self-assertion by the presence of another man, walked three abreast with Abby and Granville, but on the other side of Granville.
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