Tempest held up the lantern to look around the little cabin.
"Great Heaven! A woman," he exclaimed.
And there, huddled upon the floor insensible, lay a female form.
"Captain's wife!" muttered Scarron. "Poor woman, she does not know she is a widow."
"She is too young to be his wife," said Tempest. "Come, help me move her."
"Perhaps she is dead."
"No, no, sir; I saw her hand move, and blow me, sir, but she has a pretty hand; if only her face——"
"Stop that, Scarron; show me a light here. This is no time for talk like that. We have all our work before us, and but little time to do it."
While Mr. Scarron held the lantern, Lieutenant Tempest raised the prostrate girl in his arms.
The light streamed across her face, and Tempest almost dropped his burden.