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What a brave girl she was! What a wife for a sailor!
In truth, these were mad notions that jostled in his brain when his
life and her's were not worth an hour's purchase. He drew her to the
foot of the ladder.
"Run ahead, Joey!" he cried. The dog, a weird little figure leaning
forward at a ridiculous angle against the tearing wind, obeyed
instantly. "Now, you," he said to Elsie, "but wait until I pass you at
the top."
Though her skirts were troublesome, she managed the ascent. Then she
was taken off her feet again, and hardly knew where she was until she
found herself in the haven of Courtenay's cabin. Joey was glad to be
there, too. He shook himself noisily in his heavy coat.
"You won't mind if I fasten the door on you?" and the captain so far
forgot his anxiety as to smile.
"No, indeed," and she smiled in response.
"Very well. I shall bring Miss Baring in about five minutes. You
won't stir till we come?"
"What? Face that gale without you?" She almost laughed at the idea.
He bolted the door, and he ran into the chart-house to tap the
barometer. It moved appreciably.


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