Lucile, Jack and Evelyn were leaning against the rail, talking in subdued tones, awed by the grandeur of the drama being enacted before their eyes.
“Your uncle says that people farther inland are having all sorts of trouble trying to get to the coast,” said Lucile, 185 “and now I’m beginning to realize the truth of what Dad said about being lucky to get off as we did. Oh, but the cabin is awful!” she sighed, naively.
Jack laughed understandingly. “I guess you must be rather crowded.”
“Oh, but we oughtn’t to mind anything now that we’re out of danger,” Evelyn broke in.
“Yes; but I’m not so sure we are out of danger,” Jack protested. “The captain’s caution seems to show that there is still something to fear.”
“You mean we might be captured?” Lucile questioned, eagerly. “That would be some adventure. You might almost imagine we were living in the Middle Ages——”
“Lucile,” Evelyn was starting to remonstrate, when an excited voice whispered, huskily, “So you’re here, are you?” and two figures loomed before them out of the mist. “It’s I, Phil,” said one of them.
“We were wondering where you and Jessie had gone,” Lucile began.
“Did you know we nearly ran down a hostile cruiser? At least, that’s what the captain thinks it was,” he interrupted, excitedly. “If we had had lights aboard, they’d have caught us sure, take it from me.”
“Which reminds me,” said Phil, “that Mother sent me after you girls; she says it’s too damp on deck.”