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So I felt more and more at liberty to devote myself to Miss Kemball in such moments as she would permit me and I found her fascination increasing in a ratio quite geometrical. Martigny was still abed, and, so the ship's doctor told me, was improving very slowly. It was Tuesday evening that Mrs.
"Miss Kemball," I began desperately, "let me confess that I'm in an exceedingly vexatious situation. The fact that I can't ask advice makes it worse." "You can't ask even Mr. Royce?" she queried, with raised brows. "He least of all. You see, he's just recovering from a severe nervous breakdown he must have quiet that's one reason he's taking this voyage." "I see," she nodded.
"Which is his real name?" "Those are the only ones I know, but I doubt if either is the true one." Royce and Mrs. Kemball joined us a moment later, and we sat watching the low, distant Long Island shore until the gong summoned us to lunch. A word to the steward had secured us one of the small tables in an alcove at the side Mrs.
"Well, I was a fool, wasn't I?" I demanded bitterly. "To think that I shouldn't have foreseen that! I was so worked up over my discovery that night that I couldn't think of anything else. Of course, when they asked for the key, the whole story came out." "I shouldn't blame myself too severely," laughed Miss Kemball, as she looked at my rueful countenance.
When I sat down, next morning, beside Miss Kemball, she closed her book, and turned to me with a very determined air. "Of course, Mr. Lester," she began, "if you think any harm can come from telling me, I don't want you to say a word; but I really think I'm entitled to an explanation." "So do I," I agreed.
I turned to Miss Kemball, who was leaning against the rail with white face and eyes large with terror. "But it was not an accident, Mr. Lester!" she whispered. "I saw a man leaning over the spar a mere shadowy figure but I know I could not be mistaken." I nodded. "I don't doubt it in the least. But don't tell your mother. It will only alarm her needlessly. We'll talk it over in the morning."
"Make him amuse you!" and he hastened away to catch the gang-plank before it should be pulled in. I bowed to Mrs. Kemball, thinking to myself that I had never seen a sweeter, pleasanter face. Then I found myself looking into a pair of blue eyes that fairly took my breath away. "We'll not neglect Mr. Graham's advice," said a merry voice. "So prepare for your fate, Mr. Lester!"
I glanced at her again at the open, candid eyes, the forceful mouth and chin and I took a sudden resolution. "Miss Kemball," I said, "I'm going to ask your help that is, if I may." "Of course you may." "Well, then, that man who came on board last is the inveterate enemy of both Mr. Royce and myself. We're trying to unearth a particularly atrocious piece of villainy in which he's concerned.
So rapidly did he gain the esteem of his new companions, that when they reached the end of their wanderings, it was unanimously agreed that he should be provided with as large and as fertile a tract of land as any of the settlers, with the exception of Young himself, and of Stangerson, Kemball, Johnston, and Drebber, who were the four principal Elders.
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