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Updated: June 26, 2025
For many moments they hung in suspense, watching the black hull as it gathered speed, and then, as they were about to cease their effort, a puff of steam burst from its whistle and the next moment a short toot of recognition reached them. Glenister wiped the moisture from his brow and grinned at Wheaton.
"I've had a right smart experience in that line," said Dextry, "but I never done it by proxy. What's your plan?" "She will stay here to-night," said Glenister quickly. "You and I will go below. Nobody will see her." "I can't let you do that," she objected. "Isn't there some place where I can hide?" But they reassured her and left.
Glenister and Dextry, and also to return all the gold-dust in your safe-deposit boxes in accordance with this writ." He handed his documents to McNamara, who tossed them on his desk without examination. "Well," said the politician, quietly, "I won't do it." Had he been slapped in the face the attorney would not have been more astonished. "Why you "
God knows what these madmen on board will do when they hear about it, though. They're apt to tear you to shreds. They're crazy!" Glenister had been thinking rapidly. "If you do that, you'll have mutiny in an hour. This isn't the crowd to stand that sort of thing." "Bah! Let 'em try it. I'll put 'em down." The officer's square jaws clicked. "Maybe so; but what then?
They blew in through the barn door, streaming and soaked by the blinding sheets that drove scythe-like ahead of the wind. He struck a light, and the pony whinnied at recognition of his mistress. She stroked the little fellow's muzzle while Glenister cinched on her saddle. Then, when she was at last mounted, she leaned forward: "Will you kiss me once, Roy, for the last time?"
This was the first time they had been alone since the scene on the after-deck, for, besides ignoring Glenister, she had managed that he should not even see her except in Dextry's presence. Although he had ever since been courteous and considerate, she felt the leaping emotions that were hidden within him and longed to leave the ship, to fly from the spell of his personality.
He had come to realize dully that here was a girl driven by some strong purpose into a position repellent to her. In a man of his type, her independence awoke only admiration and her coldness served but to inflame him the more. Delicacy, in Glenister, was lost in a remarkable singleness of purpose.
She wished to watch Glenister, but could not get near him because of the crowd. The men would not make room for her. Every eye was glued upon the table as though salvation lurked in its rows of red and black.
"Isn't that dreadful?" she shuddered. "Oh, and I must see him to- night!" She stamped impatiently. "I must see him alone." "No, you mustn't," said Glenister, with equal decision. "In the first place, he wouldn't know what you were talking about, and in the second place I know Struve. He's too drunk to talk business and too sober to well, to see you alone." "But I MUST see him," she insisted.
Wait a moment. I have something to say. Mr. Glenister didn't warn them. They thought you were going to attack the mines and so they rode out there before midnight. I am telling you the truth, really. They left hours ago." It was the first sign she had made, and they recognized her to a man. There were uncertain mutterings below till a new man raised his voice. Both Roy and Helen recognised Dextry.
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