Her nut-brown hair framed a sweetly pretty face, and
her clear blue eyes and red lips, slightly parted, smiled bewitchingly
at the men beneath. The camera in her hands added a holiday aspect to
her appearance, an aspect which was unutterably disquieting in its
relation to the muttered forebodings she had broken in on.
But Courtenay's voice gave no hint of the tumult in his breast, though
some malign spirit seemed to whisper the agonizing question: "Will you
permit her to fall into the hands of the ghouls waiting without?"
"I find the get-up of our visitors distinctly humorous," he said, "and
I hope they are a bit scared of us. We would prefer their room to
their company."
"I thought that Senor Suarez would hail them, as he can speak their
language. Perhaps he does not wish them to know he is on board?"
Now, Elsie had heard the man's impassioned appeal when the Indians were
first sighted, so Courtenay felt that she, too, was acting.
"You look nice and cool up there," he answered, "and your words do not
belie your looks."
"Please, what does that mean exactly?"
"Need I tell you? You treat our troubles airily.
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