The paper was unfolded with a shrug.
“There was another passenger of the name of San-Santos. Dutchman, seemin’ly. Ever heard o’ him?”
My disappointment was keen. I could not say that I had. Yet I would not swear that I had not.
“Oh, won’t you? Well, there’s only one more chance. Ever heard of Miss Eva Denison - “
“By God, yes! Have you?”
I was sitting bolt upright in my bunk. The skipper’s beard dropped upon his chest.
“Bless my soul! The last name o’ the lot, too!”
“Have you heard of her ?” I reiterated.
were we clear when the foremast dropped down on the fastenings, dashing the jibboom into the water with its load of demented human beings. The mainmast followed by the board before we had doubled our distance from the wreck. Both trailed to port, where we could not see them; and now the mizzen stood