"
"When am I to have my letter?" she persisted, clinging tenaciously to
one clear thought amid the phantasms which thronged her dazed mind.
"Oh, come, now! That is not the hopeless view I want you to take. In
writing to you, Courtenay was only providing against a mishap. He
would not go to certain death. He has too high a sense of what is due
to his position as captain of a ship like the _Kansas_, loaded with a
valuable cargo and carrying so many lives. Nor does Tollemache impress
me as a would-be suicide. Both men think they will succeed, and they
had not any trouble in obtaining a boat's crew of Chileans. So you
see, there is a general belief in success, not failure."
She felt that the doctor was talking against time. He had instructions
not to give her that letter until there could be no doubt of the fate
which had befallen the rescuers. A mist came over her eyes, but she
bit her lower lip fiercely, and the white teeth left their deep
impress. The dog squirmed uneasily in her arms, and endeavored to lick
her face. Joey's anxiety rivaled her own; had he, too, a premonition
of evil?
Christobal was watching her intently.
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