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Lois rambled about, hunting for the first green spears of that great army of flowers which would soon storm the garden, and carrying any treasure she might find to Mrs. Forsythe's sick-room. The meadows were spongy with small springs, bubbling up under the faintly green grass.

"Will you surrender before we're sunk or killed?" Forsythe's answer was another shot. "Florrie," called Denman down the companion, "hand me your gun and pass up the tablecloth; then get down that hatch out of the way. We're being fired at." She obeyed him; and, with Forsythe's bullets whistling around his head, he hoisted the flag of truce and surrender to the flagstaff.

Howat could not avoid a momentary, inward flicker of amusement at David Forsythe's absolute freedom of choice. He felt infinitely older than the other, wiser in the circuitous mysteries of being. He pounded David on the back, exclaimed, "Good!" "I don't know whether to speak to Abner," the other proceeded unfilially, "or the great Penny first. I don't care too much for either job.

At that instant, as though in evidence of this, he laid down a burning cigarette on a mahogany stand he had had brought out to him. Honora seized an ash tray, hurried to the porch, and picked up the cigarette in the tips of her fingers. "Howard, I wish you would be more careful of Mrs. Forsythe's furniture," she exclaimed. "Hello, Honora," he said, without looking up.

Even as he spoke he wondered why he had said it; certainly it was from no interest in the sick lady. Was it because he hoped to betray Lois into some expression of opinion concerning Mr. Forsythe's departure? He despised himself if it were a test, but he did not stop to follow the windings of his own motives. "Abroad?" Lois said, in a quick, breathless way. "Does he go abroad?"

"Meant to heave it overboard before now," growled the other. Someone handed it down to Darrow. "If I had something to hold enough water," muttered he, "I'd like to float it. I'd like to see for myself how it worked out. I'd like to see that devil-work in action." He spoke feverishly. "Boy, fill the portable rubber tub in Mr. Forsythe's cabin and bring it here," ordered the captain.

Forsythe's despair about her son's future. She spoke to Lois as though she knew there was no possible chance of her recovery. "You see, my dear," she said, in her soft, complaining voice, which sometimes dropped to a whisper, "he has no aunts or uncles to look after him when I am gone; no one to be good to him and help him to be good.

Forsythe's face lighted, and his reluctant hand grew suddenly eager as he worked. Rosa came presently, and others, and the laughing chatter went on quite as Margaret had known it would.

Against the rear wall, which was of considerable height, leaned his neighbor's low conservatory, almost spanning it from side to side. "Sure, sir, I don't know whether it's breakfast or supper that's waiting for you." Captain Forsythe's man had reappeared and stood now at the top of the landing looking in at him. "It's a sound sleep you've had."

A few oaths and growls followed this, and men sat up in their bunks, while those that were out of their bunks stood up. Sampson sat down. "Is that so, Sampson?" "Got that right, old man?" "Sure of it?" they asked, and then over the hubbub of profane indignation rose Forsythe's voice. "Who gave you that?" he yelled. "Denman?" "Yes Denman," answered Sampson. "He lied. I did nothing of the "

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