A smash of wind from the south'ard was the answer he got.
He gritted his teeth and flung a curse at the sea:
"I'll beat you—you and all your foulness! You sneak!" he yelled at the blackness.
He dropped down through the companionway, calling "Emily! Emily!"
There was no answer. She was asleep, poor girl, he thought. That was why she had let him oversleep; why she had not called him when it turned black.
"Emily! Emily! Where are you?"
Echoes answered him. Running forward, he saw the light beaming from the derelict's room. As he reached the doorway he beheld the girl standing beside the old man's berth, a book in her left hand and her right uplifted.
"So help me God," the derelict was solemnly repeating after her.
As the last word came from his lips he discovered Lavelle.
"'Th' Prince'!" he cried and fell back, a hand at his brow in salute.