with the rest. Senhor Santos insists on taking his chance along with the young lady in my gig. I’ve told him the risk, but he insists, and the gig’ll hold no more.”
“But she must have a crew, and I can row. For God’s sake take me, captain!” cried I; for Eva Denison sat weeping in her deck chair, and my heart bled faint at the thought of leaving her, I who loved her so, and might die without ever telling her my love! Harris, however, stood firm.
“There’s that quartermaster and my steward, and Jose
cool as cucumbers,” added Ready.
They could not have been cooler than this young man, with death at the bottom of his bright and sunken eyes. He was of the type which is all muscle and no constitution; athletes one year, dead men the next; but until this moment the athlete had been to me a mere and