“You have been very clever,” Cordelia smiled.
But her eye went instinctively towards the ship on the horizon, which now was a little clearer.
It was a three-master, she could see, but it was impossible to tell at this distance what flag it carried.
Mark was in consultation with his Officers on the poop and she felt that he must be apprehensive.
Was the approaching ship bigger than they were and would the fact that they carried a heavy cargo weigh against them in a battle?
A battle!
Cordelia felt as if a sword pierced her heart at the thought.
Suppose having lost David she should now lose Mark?
She longed to run to his side and ask for his reassurance.
She wished that he had kissed her as she knew he was about to do before he had been recalled to duty.
The ship was coming nearer a
