XI
A slim shape came softly up out of the companionway, and, closing the door, paused uncertainly. Facing the wind, the girl thrust back her blowing hair, and looked about her.
"I thought my father was here," she murmured, not knowing whether to go or stay.
"He's below," Medbury told her.
"I thought he was here," she repeated. She hesitated a moment, and then turned suddenly to Medbury.
"Where are we going?" she asked him.
"Better ask your father that," he replied. "He only gave me the course."
"I did ask him. He said he believed we were chartered for Santa Cruz."