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Suddenly Janet stopped and pointed stiffly seaward. "The bar!" she groaned. "See! a rocket!" Thornly strained his eyes. "Another!" the girlish voice was tense and hoarse. "They are on the outer bar. God help them! Here, get the Coston out. Strike a light! My hands are stiff. Oh! it rises! They answer! They know we have seen them. Poor souls! Come, we must run!" Two rockets!
Thornly drew himself together; "what did you say?" "I said, your model, the Pimpernel, told you? It must have given the little thing a bad half hour to be found out." "It killed her childhood," the young man returned; "it died hard, and it wasn't pleasant for me to witness, but, thank God, the woman in her saved her soul from utter annihilation.
Thornly, I don't know as you understand why I've been runnin' here so much lately? You see I wanted, so t' speak, t' git the lay o' the land 'twixt you an' her!" Tapkins kept his eyes upon the vivid face, only by its inspiration could he hold to his purpose. "Have you got it, Tapkins?" Thornly bent closer and gazed at his visitor keenly. "I seem t' sense it," was the low reply.
She was aware of a lack of joy in life one has to know sorrow and trouble to recognize and classify it clearly. Knowledge was coming slowly to Janet. Hope had buoyed her up, the hope that Thornly would let her prove that she was stronger and braver than that silly creature he had once thought her, but, as time dragged on and no call came from the hut upon the Hills, hope died.
And she, who but a moment before was half dead from cold and exposure, now ran as if sand and heavy, icy clothing had no power to stay her. Thornly, filled with terror at this new development and fearing that the girl beside him would not be able to reach the Station, seized her more firmly and rushed forward. "Oh! the Station! Do not lift me; I can make it now!"
The laugh that rang out made Thornly stare. "I did not know any one could laugh in quite that way," he said. "It sounded well, it sounded like part of the air and place. Miss Janet," he spoke slower, feeling his way as he went, "I'm going to ask you to keep this business arrangement private. The other artists would be quick enough to filch my prize if they could."
"Any news this morning?" he said cheerily, pushing a stool toward Mark. "She's come off," said Tapkins with his eyes fixed upon "The Pimpernel." "Is already off?" Thornly's color rose. "You know you said they were coming soon." "They've come! Her an' Billy is down t' Davy's." "And Billy, how is he?" asked Thornly. "Middlin'. But he ain't complainin' none. Say, Mr.
Make yourself comfortable. I must go!" "Go! In heaven's name, go where?" Thornly paused as he was taking off his cap, over which he had tied a silk muffler, and stared at the girl. "Why, to Cap'n Billy. You do not understand. He is back in the halfway house. He may be dead!" A shiver ran over Janet, and she struggled to her feet. "It is awful for me to sit here! You know nothing. I must go!"
I'm going to let as brave and trusty a little craft as ever sailed go out into the broad waters where she belongs. Do you catch on, Tapkins?" "I do that!" murmured Mark, and he dropped Thornly's hand. "I'll watch out, Mr. Thornly. It's my way t' watch, an' I'm learnin' one thing over an' over. In this life there's plenty t' learn if you've got power!" Mark had done his duty and departed.
The rooms of the lighthouse were empty, and silence brooded over all. Thornly mounted the winding stairs and, as if Davy's personality pervaded the way, his heart lightened perceptibly at each landing. In the little room below the lamp, Janet met him. "We're freshening up," she said with the old half-shy laugh, "Davy, Cap'n Daddy, and I. Come!" Thornly stretched out his hands toward her.
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