The fierce hissing of the continuous escape of steam excited alarm in

those not accustomed to machinery. Men and women share the unreasoning

panic of animals when an unknown force reveals its pent-up fury. They

forget that safety-valves are provided, that diminished pressure means

less risk; the knowledge that restraint, not freedom, is dangerous

comes ever in the guise of a new discovery.

The mining engineers, of course, did not share this delusion.

"There must be something serious the matter, or they would not be

wasting power like that," murmured the American to one of his

fellow-professionals.

"A smash-up in the engine-room. Nada es mas seguro," [1] was the

answer.

"Wonder if any one is hurt?"

The Spaniard bent a little nearer. "What can you expect?" he whispered

sympathetically.

In the unnatural peacefulness of the ship's progress, disturbed only by

the roar of the superheated vapor, they all heard the opening of a door

at the head of the saloon stairway. The third officer appeared--his

wet oilskins gleaming and dripping.

"Dr. Christobal, the captain wishes to speak to you," he said.

Christobal rose and crossed the saloon.

"As you are here, won't you tell the ladies there is nothing to be

afraid of in the mere stopping of the engines?" he suggested.

"Oh, the ship is right enough," was the hasty response. "There has

been an accident in the stokehold. That is all."

"Want any help?" demanded the American.

"Well--I'll ask the captain."

Evidently anxious to avoid further questioning, he ran up the

companion. Christobal followed, the door was closed and bolted again.

"I hate the word 'accident.' It covers so many horrid possibilities,"

said Isobel.

"I am afraid some poor fellows have been injured, and that is why

Captain Courtenay sent for Dr. Christobal," said Elsie.

"Oh, of course, I meant that. I was not thinking of the mere delay,

though it is annoying that a breakdown should occur here."

"It would be equally bad anywhere else," put in the missionary's wife,

timidly.

"By no means," was the sharp response. "If we were in the Straits, for

instance, we could signal to San Isidro or Sandy Point; and there would

be other vessels passing. Here, we are in the worst possible place."

Miss Baring's acquaintance with the chief features of the South

American coast-line had seemingly improved. To all appearance, she

alone among the passengers, now that Christobal was gone, realized

vaguely the perilous plight of the Kansas. The fact was that even a

girl of her apparently frivolous disposition could not avoid the

influences of environment.

In a maritime community like that of Valparaiso there was every reason

to know and dread the rock-bound coast which fringed the southern path

towards civilization. Strange, half-forgotten stories of the terrors

which await a disabled ship caught in a southwesterly gale on the

Pacific side of Tierra del Fuego rose dimly in her mind. And the

advancing darkness did not tend towards cheerfulness. In her new

track, the Kansas had turned her back on the murky light which

penetrated the storm-clouds towards the west. Unhinged by the external

gloom and the prevalent uncertainty, and finding that no one cared to

dispute with her, Isobel felt that a scream or two would be a relief.

For once, pride was helpful--it saved her from hysteria.




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