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It was decided that two men and a petty officer should be sent aboard the Laughing Lass to make her fast with a cable, and remain on board over night. But when the order was given the men hung back. One of them protested brokenly that he was sick. Trendon, after examination, reported to the captain. "Case of blue funk, sir. Might as well be sick. Good for nothing. Others aren't much better."
"In any case," said Barnett, "such a glow as that we sighted last night I've never seen from any volcano." "Nor I," said Trendon. "Don't prove it mightn't have been." "I'll just bet the best dinner in San Francisco that it isn't," said Edwards. "You're on," said Carter. "Let me in," suggested Ives. "And I'll take one of it," said McGuire. "Come one, come all," said Edwards cheerily.
"This ship," growled Carter, the second officer, to Dr. Trendon, as they stood watching the growing smoke-column, "is a worse hot-bed of rumours than a down-east village. That's the third sea-gull we've had officially reported since breakfast."
Slade and inquire of him the best point for landing?" Trendon hesitated. "I suppose it would hardly do to take him with us?" pursued the commanding officer. "If he is roused now, even for a moment, I won't answer for the consequences, sir," said the surgeon bluntly. "Surely you can have him point out a landing place," said the captain. "On your responsibility," returned the other, obstinately.
"I would have given my right hand to save him," cried Slade. "It was so sudden so damnable " "Better to have saved him than me," said Darrow. He spoke with the first touch of feeling that he exhibited. "I have to thank you for my life, Eagen I beg your pardon: Slade. It's hard to remember." Dr. Trendon arose, and Captain Parkinson with him. "Give you two hours, Mr. Darrow," said the surgeon.
Trendon already up and staring moodily out at the Laughing Lass. As the night was calm the tow had made fair time toward their port in the Hawaiian group. The surgeon was muttering something which seemed to Barnett to be in a foreign tongue. "Thought out any clue, doctor?" asked the first officer. "Petit Chel Pshaw! Jolie Celimene! No," muttered Trendon. "Marie Marie I've got it!
"Bit o' wreckage from Barnett's derelict," muttered Trendon, scowling through his glasses. "Rides too high for a spar or anything of that sort," said the junior lieutenant. "She's a small boat," came in the clear tones of the lookout, "driftin' down." "Anyone in her?" asked Carter. "Can't make out yet, sir. No one's in charge though, sir."
Slade stared at them bewildered. "Hold on," interposed Dr. Trendon authoritatively. "What's his name?" he inquired of the journalist. "Darrow," replied the latter. "Percy Darrow. Do you know him?" "Who in Kamschatka is Percy Darrow?" demanded Forsythe. "Why, he's the assistant." It's a long story " "Of course, it's a long story. There's a lot we want to know," interrupted Captain Parkinson.
He strove to rise, to say something further, but endurance had reached its limit. The man was utterly done. Dr. Trendon went on deck, his head sunk between his shoulders. For a minute he was in earnest talk with the captain. Presently the Wolverine's engines slowed down, and she lay head to the waves, with just enough turn of the screw to hold her against the sea-way.
Barnett was anxiously awaiting them. "Your patient has been in a bad way, Dr. Trendon," he said. "What's wrong?" asked Trendon, frowning. "He came up on deck, wild-eyed and staggering. There was a sheet of paper in his hand which seemed to have some bearing on his trouble. When he found you had gone to the island without him he began to rage like a maniac. I had to have him carried down by force.
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