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Updated: June 19, 2025
"But he didn't tell us anything," cried Ives. "He didn't clear up the mystery." "That's what," said Trendon. "One thing Billy said," he added, waxing unusually prolix for him, "was truer than maybe he knew." "Thanks," murmured the ensign. "What was that?" "You said 'Not a living being aboard. Exact words, hey?" "Well, what of it?" exclaimed the ensign excitedly. "You don't mean you found dead ?"
"We'll blow up the whole face of the cliff, if necessary, but we'll get at that cave." He hurried out. Order followed order, and soon the gig, with the captain, Trendon, and the torpedo expert, was driving for the point marked "Seal Cave" on the map over which they were bent. "You say the last entry is June 7th?" asked Barnett, as the boat entered the light surf. Trendon nodded.
His mouth worked. Obviously he was under a tensity of endeavour in keeping his faculties set to the problem. The surgeon watched him, frowning. "There was no fire," said the captain. Slade leaped in his chair. "No fire! But I saw her, I tell you. When I went overboard she was one living flame!" "You landed in the small boat. Knocked you senseless," said Trendon. "Concussion of the brain.
The experiment had worked out with the accuracy of a geometric problem. "That's all, sir," Barnett reported officially. "Magic! Modern magic!" said the captain. He stared at the open door. For the moment the object of the undertaking was forgotten in the wonder of its exact accomplishment. "Darrow'll think an earthquake's come after him," remarked Trendon. "Give way," ordered the captain.
"That would lend weight to the volcanic theory," said Carter. "So the captain didn't take kindly to your go-look-see?" questioned Ives of Edwards. "As good as told me I'd missed the point of the thing," said the ensign, flushing. "Perhaps he can make more of it himself. At any rate, he's going to try. Here he is now." "Dr. Trendon," said the captain, appearing.
The dead seaman was reverently disposed and covered. As to the survivor there was some hesitancy on the part of the captain, who was inclined to send him forward until Dr. Trendon, after a swift scrutiny, suggested that for the present, at least, he be berthed aft. They took the stranger to Edwards's vacant room, where Trendon was closeted with him for half an hour.
Captain Parkinson's raised hand checked him. "If you will be so good, Mr. Slade, let us have it all at once, after mess." At table the young officers, at a sharp hint from Dr. Trendon, conversed on indifferent subjects until the journalist had partaken heartily of what the physician allowed him. Slade ate with keen appreciation. "I tell you, that's good," he sighed, when he had finished.
As he boarded, Barnett and Trendon, with both of whom the lad was a favourite, came to a sinister conclusion. "It's poison, I suppose," said the first officer. "And a mighty subtle sort," agreed Trendon. "Don't like the looks of it." He shook a solemn head. "Don't like it for a damn." In semi-tropic Pacific weather the unexpected so seldom happens as to be a negligible quantity.
Your patient seems to be a romantic genius." "And the escape of Darrow. Hold hard," quoth Trendon. "Darrow's no romance. Nothing fictional about the flag and ledger." "True enough," said the captain, and fell to consideration. "Anyway," said Trendon vigorously, "I'd like to have a look at those bird- roosts. Mighty like signposts, to my mind." "Very well," said the captain.
Trendon handed the ledger back to the captain, who took one quick look, closed it, and handed it to Congdon. "Wrap that up and carry it carefully," he said. "Aye, aye, sir," said the coxswain, swathing it in his jacket and tucking it under his arm. "Now to find that cave," said Captain Parkinson to the surgeon. "The cave in the cliff, of course," said Trendon. "Noticed it coming in, you know."
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