"The captain cannot be on the bridge always," said Isobel.

"He is seldom far from it in bad weather, if he is faithful to his

trust. And I fancy we would all admit that Captain Courtenay--"

A curious shock, sharper and altogether more penetrating than the

Thor's hammer blow of a huge wave, sounded loud and menacing in their

ears. The ship trembled violently, and then became strangely still.

The least experienced traveler on board knew that the engines had

stopped. They felt a long lurch to port when the next sea climbed over

the bows; at once the Kansas righted herself and rode on even keel,

while the stress and turmoil of her fight against wind and wave passed

away into a sustained silence.

The half-caste stewards glanced at each other and drew together in

whispering groups, but the chief steward, an Englishman, who had turned

to leave the saloon, changed his mind and uttered a low growl of

command which sent his subordinates' attention, if not their thoughts,

back to their work. In the strained hush, the running along the deck

of men in heavy sea-boots was painfully audible. Water could be heard

pouring through the scuppers. Steam was rushing forth somewhere with

vehement bluster. These sounds only accentuated the extraordinary

truce in the fight of ship against sea. The Kansas was stricken

dumb, if not dead.

"Something has gone wrong," said Elsie in a low voice.

Doctor Christobal nodded carelessly.

"A burst steam-pipe, probably. Such things will happen at times. We

are hove to for the moment."

He traded on the ignorance of his hearers. The chief steward heard his

explanation and looked at him fixedly. Christobal caught the glance.

"I suppose we shall lose an hour or so now?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. It will be all right by the time you have finished dinner."

The meal drew to its close without much further talk. The American

engineer was the first to rise, but the chief steward whispered in his

ear; he returned to the table.

"Say," he said calmly, "we can't quit yet. The companion-hatch is

closed. We must remain here a bit."

"Do you mean that we are battened down?" demanded Isobel, shrilly, and

her face lost some of its beauty in an ashen pallor.

"Something of the sort, Miss Baring. Anyway, we can't go on deck."

"But--I insist on being told what is the matter."

The American knew little of ships, but he knew a great deal about

mines, and, in a mine, if an accident happens, the man in charge cannot

desert his post to give information to those who are anxious for it.

So he replied laconically: "Guess the captain will tell us all about it after a while, Miss

Baring."




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