I sat at the tiller, grasping one of her hands in mine, and
staring anxiously about the broadening circle. The boat in which we
rode, while buoyant enough, still bore the outward appearance of a
wreck, the broken stump of a mast barely showing sufficiently high to
support the flapping jib, and the wet canvas of the mainsail completely
concealing everything forward. The men were lying low, so completely
hidden as to be invisible even to us, but the Lieutenant sat upright,
with head above the mass of sail, and was scanning the sea with
glasses. He was a resolute-looking fellow, with brown eyes, and a
reddish tinge of hair. As he lowered the glasses a moment, I saw him
glance back at us curiously.
"Had n't seen you before," he explained cordially enough. "Dark when
we came over the side, you know. Bad morning."
"The fog is lifting. What is that black mass out there?"
"Cosmos Island," and he turned his lenses the other way. "The next ten
minutes will give us a clear view."
I looked at her, noting how tired her eyes appeared in the gray light,
although they smiled courageously.
"I wish you were not here," I whispered.
"Please do not say that. I--I really I wished to come. I do not think
I could have let you go without me.
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