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A thick fog, and the elopers on board the Tempest Queen, one of the fastest and most palatial of the liners which ply between England and the Far East, and for ten years under the command of Captain Shadburn, formerly of the British Navy. For the elopement was now an established fact, and Hugh, looking back on their Atlantic voyage, hoped that in this new ship fortune would be more propitious.
Dear me, elopements have their drawbacks, haven't they?" Other passengers joined them, Veath and Lady Huntingford among them. In the group were Captain Shadburn, Mr. and Mrs. Evarts, Mr. Higsworth and his daughter Rosella, Lieutenant Hamilton a dashing young fellow who was an old and particularly good friend of Lady Huntingford.
A man has to think for two after he's married, you see." "Quite sarcastic that. You don't think much of women, I fancy." "Not in the plural." Captain Shadburn was nearing them on the way from the chart-house, and the young men accosted him, Veath inquiring: "Captain, who is the tall old gentleman you were talking to forward awhile ago?"
"The ship is rolling frightfully, and Lieutenant Hamilton has said enough to assure us that Captain Shadburn is alarmed, even apprehensive." "Perhaps I am too much of an optimist, but I stick to my statement that while we are in some danger any fool can see that we are by no means lost," said Hugh, looking at Gregory when he used the word fool.
Hugh and Lady Huntingford were hurrying toward them. "What's wrong?" asked Veath, alarmed by the agitation of the two soldiers. "Captain Shadburn estimates that we are two hundred miles out of our course, away to the south. It's impossible to get our bearings without the sun, and the Lord only knows where we're running to," said Hamilton, holding to the door casing.
"Get back, all of you!" yelled Shadburn. "You can't come out here. Every sailor on deck has been washed overboard!" "Don't let us sink! Don't let us sink! For God's sake!" shrieked Lord Huntingford. Then he saw his wife. "Save me, Tennys; we are lost! We are lost!" A great wave swept over the deck, washing all of them back into the companionway, half drowned. "Is there any hope, Mr.
"The life preservers, you mean?" almost whispered Grace. A fearful lurch of the boat caused the whole party to cling desperately to the supports. Before he could answer a ship's officer came scudding down below. "Captain Shadburn says that every one is to prepare for the worst. The propeller's smashed and we can't live in this sea. Be quick!" cried the pale-faced sailor, hurrying onward.
Over went the pages so ruthlessly that the scribe was in trepidation lest they should be crumpled beyond redemption. Hugh read aloud in an unnatural voice: "Costello Hamilton Ridge Shadburn Veath." His hand fell upon the page and his head dropped forward till his lips touched the name that danced before his eyes. "Here it is! Here it is!" he shouted, hugging the book.
Her list of good English names for this utterly heathen community covered such places as Velvet Valley, Hamilton Hills, Shadburn Rapids, Ridgeway River, Veath Forest and others. Ridgeway gave name to the temple in which the natives paid homage to them. He called it Tennys Court. Her room in the remodelled temple was a source of great delight to Lady Tennys. It was furnished luxuriously.
She started and turned sharply upon him. "My mother, Mr. Ridge?" she said slowly. "Yes; your father was guying Captain Shadburn about his game, you know." The look of wonder in her eyes increased; she passed her hand across her brow and then through her hair in evident perplexity, all the while staring at his face. There was a tinge of suspicion in her voice when she spoke. "Mr.
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