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That she was
there ought to be their little secret.
All this that was passing through her mind was utterly foreign to any
coquetry. Vere had no more feeling of sex in regard to Ruffo than she
would have had if she had been a boy herself. The sympathy she felt
with him was otherwise founded, deep down in mysteries beyond the
mysteries of sex.
Again Ruffo and the man who had not lain down spoke together. But the
man did not look up to Vere. He must have looked if his attention had
been drawn to the fact that she was there--a little spy upon the men
of the sea, considering them from her eminence.
Ruffo had not told. She was glad.
Presently the man moved from his place in the bows. She saw him lift a
leg to get over into the stern, treading carefully in order not to
trample on his sleeping companions. Then his black figure seemed to
shut up like a telescope. He had become one with the dimness in the
boat, was no longer detached from it. Only Ruffo was still detached.
Was he going to sleep, too?
A certain tenseness came into Vere's body.


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