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Tracy, Louis, 1863-1928

"The Captain of the Kansas"


"First--for what?" she managed to ask.
"You are going off in a boat. It is your best chance. Please be
quick."
"No, Miss Baring goes before me. Then the others, I shall come last."
"Have it as you will. I addressed you because you were nearest the
door. Come along, Miss Baring."
He waited for no further words. He grasped Isobel's arm and led her
out into the darkness. It seemed to be a very long time before he
returned.
"Now, Mrs. Somerville," he said, but that unhappy lady was so unnerved
that he had to carry her.
"Can you manage to bring the maid?" he asked over his shoulder to
Elsie. This trust in her drove away the weakness which had conquered
her under Isobel's taunts. She stooped over the maid, but the girl
wrestled and fought with her in frantic dread of the passage along the
deck and of facing that howling sea in a small boat.
Elsie herself was almost worn out when Courtenay came back. He took in
the situation at a glance. He picked up the shrieking maid in his
strong arms.
"You won't mind waiting for me," he said to Elsie.
"Don't attempt to come alone.


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