Chapter 13
THE WHITE LIGHTWith the approach of night our vigilance was doubled. There was
no thought of sleep among the crew, and, with the twilight, there
was a distinct return of the terror of the morning.
Gathered around the wheel, the crew listened while Jones read
evening prayer. Between the two houses, where the deck was roped
off, Miss Lee was alone, pacing back and-forward, her head bent,
her arms dropped listlessly.
The wind had gone, and the sails hung loose over our heads. I
stood by the port rail. Although my back was toward Miss Lee, I was
conscious of her every movement; and so I knew when she stooped
under the rope and moved lightly toward the starboard rail.
Quick as she was, I was quicker. There was still light enough to
see her face as she turned when I calle
