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Updated: June 15, 2025
"This pile of rocks looks from oh, Gee! here's a path!" It was a path, sure enough. It wound in and out among the rocks, a narrow beaten trail, singularly white against the black surroundings. Holman stopped and took up a handful of the dust. "They coat it with coral lime to make it plain in the darkness," he growled. "Come on, Verslun, the wriggly batch must be straight ahead."
"I'm sure he looks a perfectly respectable young man." Miss Edith was smiling, but she took pity upon me at last and endeavoured to rescue me from my tormentor. "Oh, Barbara!" she cried reprovingly, "Mr. Verslun will think you are very inquisitive. You must not pry into his private affairs." "But it is nothing private," I gurgled. "I simply asked Mr.
Verslun," replied Miss Barbara. "Where?" asked Leith. "On the wharf over there," I answered coldly, nodding toward the structure as I spoke. "It's really nothing important though, and I related it solely for Miss Herndon's amusement." "But Toni?" he growled, turning toward the two girls. "Oh, Toni puts forward an alibi," laughed the youngest sister.
As if he wished to do something which would convince me of his ignorance of the happening, he hastily changed the subject. "The captain thinks we are in for a spell of bad weather, Mr. Verslun," he drawled; "are you of the same opinion?" "If signs go for anything we are," I replied. "We are running into a zone of trouble."
"I thought he was handing it out too strong, Verslun," he murmured, "but it strikes me now that he had the right dope about this infernal thing. I believe they're going to settle us." I groaned again. Holman's airy manner of discussing our predicament annoyed me.
Holman a question in an endeavour to find out what a Maori and a Fijian were talking about." "Oh, it is something mysterious!" cried the younger girl. "I knew it! I knew it! We are getting into the region of mystery at last! Oh, Mr. Verslun, you are a perfect treasure!
It was her first sight of the damage which the storm had done to the yacht, and she gave a cry of alarm as she looked at the splintered spars and the cordage that cracked in the wind like the whips of invisible devils. "Oh, Mr. Verslun, we are a wreck!" she cried. "Not quite," I said, gripping her arm to steady her as The Waif took a header. "We've weathered the worst of it and we're still sound.
A prick from Kaipi's knife blade would not make him budge an inch, and we clustered together and racked our brains to find the solution. "P'raps we're up against something," whispered Holman, "Feel if there's anything in front, Verslun." I walked forward a pace and groped in the blackness. My fingers touched solid rock. It hemmed us in on all sides.
"Oh, tell us how it happened!" she cried. "Please make it a night attack upon the yacht, Mr. Verslun! I heard a wild cry just after I retired and I felt sure that war canoes had surrounded us. They always surround the ill-fated ship, don't they?" she continued merrily. "And the ship is always ill-fated in all the really thrilling sea stories I have read!"
If he doubled successfully he would reach the stone door through which we had got the first glimpse of him. "He's turned!" cried Holman. "We'll get him, Verslun! After the O God! Look out!" Holman's warning came too late. The rocky floor over which we had been running, dropped away from us.
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