At last, then, the way was clear. Elsie would have mounted the stairs

but an appealing hand detained her.

"I cannot walk, señorita. My leg has given way. And we can do no good

there. They are all down."

A death chill gripped her heart at Frascuelo's words.

"All down!" she repeated, white-lipped.

"I think so," said he, blankly. The man was dazed by the ordeal

through which he had passed.

As if to answer and refute him, Joey's hysterical yelp sounded from a

point close at hand, and they distinctly heard Courtenay's loud command: "This way, Boyle! Rally to the bridge!"

"You are mistaken!" shrieked Elsie, wrenching herself free from the

Chilean's grasp. Nothing short of violence would stop her now.

Tollemache darted out into the darkness, and she mounted the steps two

at a time. Christobal panted by her side. He was determined not to be

parted from her: if necessary, he would drag her away from any doubtful

encounter on the battle-field of the deck. But his blood was aflame

now with the lust of combat. He wished to die fighting rather than by

a suicide's bullet.

They were not yet clear of the doorway when an extraordinary burst of

cheering and shouts in English and Spanish assailed their wondering

ears. The sounds seemed to come from the sea, from some point very

near to the ship. A loud hubbub arose among the Indians; Courtenay,

clubbing his gun, rushed past, with the dog at his heels, and ran up

the bridge companion. They could follow his progress as he raced

towards the port side, and they heard his amazed cry: "What boats are those?"

"Your own, captain," came the answering yell, plainly audible above the

din.

"That is Mr. Gray," screamed Elsie, and she, too, ran towards the

bridge, with the doctor close behind.

"Sink every canoe you can get alongside of, and knock those fellows on

the head who are swimming," roared Courtenay, who was so carried away

by the fierceness of the fight from which he had just emerged that he

would have given the same directions to the archangel Michael had that

warrior-spirit come to his aid.

He seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, he turned so suddenly

when Elsie neared him.

"Ah, thank God you are safe!" he said, drawing her to him for an

instant. "Stand there, dear heart!"

He placed her in the forward angle of the bridge rail, and leaned out

over the side. She understood that she must not speak to him then, but

a great joy overwhelmed her, and her eyes melted into tears.

Christobal, who had missed no word of Elsie's frenzied protest in the

saloon, nor failed to note the manner of Courtenay's greeting, seemed

to take the collapse of his own aspirations with the unmoved stoicism

he had displayed in the face of danger.




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