The Tyro's heart came into his throat—except that portion of it which looked out of his eyes.
"Why?"
A flame rose in Little Miss Grouch's cheeks, and subsided, leaving her shaking.
"Why?" He had halted her beside the rail, and was trying to look into her face, which was averted toward the sea, and quivering with panic of the peril suddenly become imminent again.
Lord Guenn, approaching along the deck, furnished Little Miss Grouch an inspiration, the final flash of hope of the hard-pressed.
"Shut your eyes," she bade her terrifying slave.
"What for?"
"Obey!"
"They're shut."
"Tight?"