Boyle and Gray took the first watch, from eight o'clock to midnight.

Christobal and Walker shared the next one; by four o'clock it would be

daylight, so the doctor was retiring early to his cabin when he met

Elsie, by chance as it seemed. She was self-possessed, even smiling,

with a certain dour serenity.

"The day's doings have tired me," she said. "I am off to bed. Will

you rap on my door soon after dawn?"

"Yes," he replied, secretly marveling at her air.

"I plead guilty to a slight feeling of nervousness," she went on. "Is

your revolver loaded? Would you mind lending it to me? I think I

could sleep more soundly if I had a reliable weapon tucked under my

pillow."

A whiff of suspicion crossed Christobal's mind, but he brushed it aside

as unworthy. At five o'clock that day he certainly would not have

granted her request. But now, since the new hope had sprung up that

Courtenay was alive, it was absurd to doubt her motives.

So it came to pass that Diego Suarez, lying asleep in his bunk, awoke

with a start to find a shrouded figure bending over him.

"Is that you, Señor Suarez?" asked a voice, which he recognized

instantly as belonging to the Señorita Maxwell.

"Yes," said he, drowsily.

"Have you the witch-doctor's clothes you wore when you came on board

the ship?"

"But yes, señorita."

A hand, slight but strong, grasped him by the shoulder. He felt the

rim of a revolver barrel pressed against his forehead.

"Get up, then! Dress quickly in those clothes, and come out on deck.

By the side of your bunk you will find tins of black and white paint to

smear your face and hands. At the slightest refusal on your part to do

as I bid you--if you utter a cry or make any noise to attract

attention--I shall kill you without another word."

The soft voice had a steely ring in it which persuaded the man from

Argentina that he had better obey. In less than five minutes he

emerged from the doorway. The corridor in which his cabin was situated

led into the saloon. Elsie awaited him. A lamp, dimly lighting the

gangway, revealed her face. Suarez thought he had to deal with a

mad-woman. The dog, standing by her side, sniffed at him gingerly, but

a muttered "Be quiet, Joey!" prevented any outburst, every fox-terrier

being a born conspirator.

"What do you wish me to do, señorita?" began Suarez, thinking to

placate her until he could obtain assistance.

"You must obey me in silence," she whispered tensely. "You must not

even speak. One syllable aloud on deck will mean your death. Walk in

front of me, up the main companion, and go straight to the ship's side."




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