"Why, of course! Wasn't she on the Quakeress when——?"
"So was I."
Ramsey flinched worse and stared away with lips apart, wondering if that was what gave him that look.
"But Phyllis," she resumed, "was lost."
"Was she?"
"Why ... wasn't she? Mammy Joy says my uncle—in the blazing pilot-house—did you know my uncle Dan?"
"Yes. That night, half an hour before the burning——"
"Oh! was it at night?"
"Yes. I was sitting with Phyllis, behind him, with him at the wheel, as we're sitting now behind Mr. Watson."
"Uncle Dan didn't hate you, did he?"