The skylight was a bit open and fastened from inside; through the opening came sounds as of someone moving about.
“She’s moving,” said B. C. “She’s got over her fright. Down with you, Hank, and get her story, tell her I’ll be down when George comes aft, tell her she’s as safe with us as she’d be with her gran’mother.”
Hank descended.
Candon heard him knock—then his voice.
“Halloo there.”
Silence.
“Halloo there.”
Then came a determined little voice.
“Clear off—I’ve got a pistol—”
Candon, listening, remembered the Lugger pistol he had left on the cabin table.