He was not using them. He appeared to be deep
in thought. More often than not, his glance rested on the eddy created
by the swirl of the current past the ship's quarter. With a species of
divination, she guessed somewhat the nature of his reverie. The notion
stung her into a sort of fury. To quell it, she must speak again.
"Will you tell me now what it was that Suarez found out?" she murmured.
The doctor quickly appreciated her need of material for further
thought. She wanted to appraise at their true value all things
affecting that daring enterprise, bringing the evidence to the bar of
her hopes, and nerving herself to hear the crudest testimony as to its
dangers. He was glad to be able to beguile the next half hour with his
recital. He suppressed no detail except his own willingness to take
Courtenay's place in the boat. Notwithstanding his slight
affectations, he was a man of finely-tempered judgment. He saw now
that Courtenay could not have accepted his offer, nor was it likely
that the men in the boat would follow any other leader than the
captain. He even smarted a little at the knowledge.
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