"There is some danger," she murmured.
"Yes. When you are not a mark for general observation, you shall hear it."
"I would rather hear it standing."
"I told you the condition."
"Then I shall go and ask Captain Tarbell."
"And come sobbing back to me for 'reassurance.'"
"No," she said, quickly, "I should go down to Ursule."
"Ursule has a mattress on deck; I assisted her up."
"There is the captain! Now"----
He seized her hand and drew her down beside him. For an instant she would have resisted, as the sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks attested,--and then, with the instinctive feminine baseness that compels every woman, when once she has met her master, she submitted.