A tongue of flame shot up from the peak of the pyre, and a column of smoke surpassed it, swinging off to leeward in great, red-bosomed volutes and whorls picked out with flying regiments of sparks.
"You'd think they couldn't help understanding that it's a signal of distress."
"You would think so. I hope so. God knows I hope so!"
There was a passion in his tones to make her lift wondering eyes to his.
"Why do you say that—that way? We should be thankful to be safe—alive. And we're certain to get away before long."
"I know—yes, I know."
"But you spoke so strangely!"
"I'm sorry. I'd been thinking clearly; for the first time, I believe, since I woke up."
"About what? Us? Or merely me?"
"You. I was considering you alone. It isn't right that you should be in this fix. I'd give my right hand to remedy it!"