Hal raised himself on one elbow, and stared at the dark figure besidehim. She made a pretty little gesture of submission,placing her fingertips together and touching them to her l Halexpected a furious charge, a lowering of the great tufted head and alevelling of those spiral horns. Looking up from twenty feet deep, the water was clear as mountain air.
His left wrist was still twisted into the loop of lineand, as he was pulled under, the cask bobbed and ducked like a cork. Lions! the older hands who knew the coast had whispered to eachother, and the ship's company had listened in awed silence. Where is your mistress? he demanded, and when she gawked dumbly athim he repeated, Where is Mevrouw van de Velde? The slave girl scrambled to her feet in confusion. They wereboth worried men, for there was no sign of life in the broken figurethat lay between them.
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