on the wooden bars, to get at a duck to give the monster for a sop. My knuckles bled. I held them to my mouth. My cleaving tongue wanted more. The duck went to the shark; a few minutes more and I had made my own vile meal as well.
CHAPTER V
MY REWARD
The sun declined; my shadow broadened on die waters; and now I felt that if my cockle-shell could live a little longer, why, so could I.
I had got at the fowls without further hurt. Some of the bars took out, I discovered how. And now very carefully
“Let it spread!” I cried, gazing my very soul into the young girl’s eyes. “We have not finished our conversation.
“We have!” said she, with sudden decision. “Go - go - for my sake - for your own sake - go at once!”
She gave me her hand. I merely clasped it. And so I left her at the rail-ah, heaven!