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[Wibbenmeyer <tri...@iv...>]

Do you mean to do?" I had been gaping, open-mouthed, too surprised to
utter a sound. But her swift recognition, and her words, brought me to
myself. Also, just then we heard Captain Swope's voice. He was in the
saloon, calling out an order to the steward. We listened with strained
attention, both of us. He told the steward to open the lazaret hatch,
and be sharp about it. I jerked my thumb over my shoulder, and nodded
significantly to the lady. "Don't be afraid, ma'am," I whispered. "He
isn't going to hurt Newman. He isn't going to hurt anyone--not any
more." Oh, the dread that showed in her face when we heard Swope's
voice! She brought her hands into view, when I spoke. Something she had
been holding behind her back dropped on the deck with a metallic clink,
and she pressed her hands against her bosom. "You--you mean--" she
began. I nodded again. I really thought I was reassuring her, lifting a
load of care from