Flint was a powerful man, or had been. The surprise of the attack over, he

jumped to his feet, and blazing with murderous fury rushed Dennison. Jane

saw a tangle of arms, and out of this tangle came a picture that would

always remain vivid--Flint practically dangling at the end of Dennison's

right arm. The rogue tore and heaved and kicked and struck, but futilely,

because his reach was shorter. Dennison let go unexpectedly.

"Listen to me, you filthy beachcomber! If you ever dare speak to Miss

Norman again or come within ten feet of her I'll kill you with bare hands!

There are no guns on board this yacht--bare hands. Now go back to your

master and say that I'd like to do the same to him."

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Flint, his hands touching his throat with inquiring solicitude--Flint eyed

Dennison with that mixture of pain and astonishment that marks the face of

a man who has been grossly deceived. Slowly he revolved on his shaking

legs and staggered forward, shortly to disappear round the deck house.

"Oh, Denny, you've done a foolish thing! You've shamed that man before me

and put murder in his heart. It isn't as if we were running the yacht. We

are prisoners of that man and his fellows. It would have been enough for

you to have stepped in between."

"I haven't any parlour varnish left, Jane. His shoulder was almost

touching yours. It was an intentional insult, and that was enough for me.

The dog! Still looking at the business romantically?"

His tone was bitter. Her reproach, no doubt justified, cut deeply.

"No, I'm beginning to become a little afraid--afraid that the men may get

out of hand. I don't care what you and your father think, but I believe

Cunningham honestly wishes us to reach the Catwick without any conflict."

"Ah, Cunningham!"

"There you go again--angry and bitter! Why can't you take it sensibly,

like your father?"

"My father doesn't happen to be----"

He stopped with mystifying abruptness.

"Doesn't happen to be what?"

"The sort of fool I am!"

"You're not so good a comrade as you were."

"Can't you understand? I've been stood upon my head. The worry about you

on one side and the contact with my father on the other would be

sufficient. But Cunningham and this pirate crew as a tail to the kite!

But, thank God, I had the wit to come in search of you!"

"I thank God every minute, Denny! You are very strong," she added, shyly.




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