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"You ought to have brought a waterproof, Mr Denning," I said. "Who could think of waterproofs at a time like this?" he said, with his lips to my ear. Then with a start, as he turned his head and looked forward "What's that?" I had heard a cry as he spoke. "I don't know," I said. "Why, it must be some one wounded crying for help."
Bob Hampton grasped the fact though, for he laid his hand on my knee, and whispered excitedly "Why, Mr Dale, sir, he's gone up to fetch Mr and Miss Denning, and he can't find 'em." To endorse his words Jarette appeared the next minute at the stern-windows and cried "Did any of you see those passengers?"
It was Mr Brymer speaking, and he told me that Mr Preddle, Mr Frewen, and the captain were with him. That was good news, but he had not told me all. "Where is Miss Denning?" I asked. "With her brother in their cabin still, I think. Now look here, Dale, we will try and pull out one of these boards, and you and the others must join us here."
I saw Miss Denning looking wonderingly at her brother as we went out, and again fought our way back to the forecastle-hatch, no easy task with the ship heeling over, and the spray flying as it did; but I felt hardened to it now, and the darkness did not appear so terrible, nor the danger so great, with the warm glow I felt spreading through me.
Denning, Her husband is enormously rich she lives in a palace, and has a crowd of men and women servants to wait upon her carriages, horses, motor cars, what not, at her command." "Yet really, Ruth, she is a most unhappy woman. In that little Western town from which they came, she was everybody.
That will bring him on deck." "Shall I, sir?" "Yes; off with you." As I started I saw that Mr Denning was frowning, and that his sister looked troubled. But it was only a momentary glance, and a minute or two later I approached the door of Mr Preddle's cabin and knocked. There was a groan, and in spite of its pitiful nature I could not help smiling, and I knocked again.
"But it is over and done now, so why punish any one?" began Von Barwig. Hélène shook her head. "It hasn't begun yet," she said, ringing the bell. Denning answered it. "Send Joles please," she said. Denning bowed and a little later Joles appeared. "Herr Von Barwig, my music master, will be here at three o'clock to-morrow afternoon. You will please admit him at once."
"I shall hang back till you come to the door, and signal to me that Miss Denning has gone. She mustn't see me like this." He smiled, and I went forward to where Mr Preddle was making himself very hot by using the bellows to aerate the water. "Yes yes, of course," he said. "I'll come." And hastily putting on the light flannel jacket he had removed, he followed me toward the saloon.
He looked again at Dorothy, absorbed in the conversation of the "whaleback" from Yale, recognized the visitor at the Denning box, and, with an untranslatable grunt, abruptly took his departure, leaving his sister to wonder over the strangeness of his actions.
Denning seems to demand the admission that their members travel so fast as to throw the earth's movement completely out of the account. The required velocity would be, by Mr. Ranyard's calculation, at least 880 miles a second. But the aspect of the meteors justifies no such extravagant assumption.
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