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Even while he bent reverently over the unlucky Chilean's body, the

deafening vibration of the fog-horn ceased, and he heard Elsie's glad

cry from the saloon: "Oh my, here comes Joey! That irl's joyous exclamation, her prelude to a paean of thanks that

the dreadful necessary slaying of e

commentary on the shattered for the small company on board, it had been decreed that one, at

least, after surviving so ave orders that the dead man should be carried to the poop to await

a sailor's burial; then he turned, and with less sprightly step

descended the main companion In the saloon he found Elsie and

Christobal watching the stairs expectantly The girl had the dog in

her arms, and Courtenay perceived, for the first tilass which littered the floor of

the chart-house

"Then the attack has really failed?" was Elsie's greeting "I saw soood sign And

then Joey came"

"You saw the the

question

"Yes I was looking through one of the ports Was that wrong?"

"Which one?"

She pointed "That one," said she, wondering that he had never a smile