The Argosy, Vol. XXIV No. 2 — page 170: what you’re looking at

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362 THE MUTINY ON ‘THE FLYING CLOUD. ‘*Well,’’ he said nervously, and without desisting a moment from his occupation, ‘‘ how have you managed ?”’ ‘‘Qh, Duncan !’’ sobbed Mrs. Henderson, ‘‘it was dreadful! Poor dear Ida is quite prostrated with grief and terror, though she did, and is still doing her best to bear up under the awful agony of suspense. Fancy, bot’s husband and child—oh, it is horrible! Can xothing be done to save them ?’’ ‘Nothing, just now, I fear,’’ was the gloomy response. ‘‘ You see there are but three fighting men of us now, and we do not know how many of the enemy there are. It is quite useless to attempt the devising of plans until the other two return with intelligence ; then, indeed, we will see what can be done. And it shall go hard but we will rescue them somehow. Where did you leave Mrs. Grant?” ‘‘In her own room on her knees, praying for her lost ones ; it is all she can do, poor soul. Ah! the dear child is reviving at last, is she not?’’ ‘Yes, yes,’’ answered Henderson hurriedly. ‘*‘ Now reach me that glass of medicine from the table. Thanks. Here, Lucille, my dear, drink this, little one, it will do you good.”’ A faint tinge of returning color at length appeared in the child’s pale cheeks and lips. This had been succeeded by a fluttering sigh or two, and then her eyes had opened suddenly with a look of terror, which had given place to one of joy and relief as she recognized her father and mother bend- ing over her. Upon this Henderson had gently raised her and promptly ad- ministered the draft which he had prepared. Presently the little creature spoke. ‘‘Oh, mamma,’’ she exclaimed looking somewhat wildly about her, ‘‘is it morning? Is it time to get up? I have had such a dreadful dream é ‘“There ; never mind your dream ; forget all about it, and try to go to sleep again,’’ said Mrs. Henderson soothingly; ‘‘it is not quite time to get up yet.’’ ‘Yes ; go to sleep again like a good girl,’’ agreed Henderson ; ‘‘ but you can tell us your dream first, dear, if you very much wish to do so.. You for- get,’’ he added in an undertone to his wife ; ‘‘ she may be able to throw a good deal of light upon the state of affairs, and afford us information of the last importance. What was your dream, darling ?’’ ““QOh,’’ began the child, ‘‘ I dreamt that we—Mr. Grant and Percy and I, you know—had been to the beach gathering shells; and as we were coming back in the boat a great ship suddenly came round the corner, full of ugly, wicked men ; and they fired guns at us, and one of them hit Mr. Grant, for I saw the blood running down his face. ‘They came after us in a boat, and were quite near us when we reached the creek; and then Mr. Grant told Percy and me to run home as fast as ever we could; and he took one of the boat’s oars and got out and stood on the beach, and looked as if he was going to fight the men. So Percy took my hand, and we ran—oh, ever so fast; and I looked around and saw Mr. Grant fighting all the men with the oar; and then we turned a corner, and I felt tired and wanted to stop; but Percy wouldn’t let me, and we kept on running, and I began tocry. And just as Eomicbooks