The Argosy, Vol. XXV, No. 3 — page 93: what you’re looking at

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THE VOYAGE OF THE PULO WAY. 477 What it was I could not at first make out, but just then the sun caught the golden hair. ‘‘God Almighty !”’ It was the girl—the girl with the white, scared face, who had watched us from the poop of the Chung Tong; and even as written here the exclama- tion escaped me. ‘‘I’m going forward,’’ said Hayling ; and I knew that the man who. shot at her would have to answer to the second mate. I, just as excited as he, bounded after him, and as I passed under the break of the bridge I heard Gupp yell out: ‘Don’t shoot at her! She’s alive!’’ CHAPTER IX.—OuR LADY OF THE SEA. THE captain perked up his ears and grinned unpleasantly, but he never countermanded the order. ‘‘ Starboard a little, sir,’’ cried Gupp, who seemed to be greatly excited. ‘‘ Steady ! Now we’ll soon have her aboard.’’ Slowly, at a snail’s pace, the great ship crept up to the little bit of un- conscious life incased in its huge cork belt. Her beautiful hair, like trail- ing seaweed, floated upon the water; her = face was white and ~ drawn with all the horror of death. A Gupp, who was hanging over the bows, a most surprising eagerness in his big face, once more yelled out the direction, and*presently we saw the white face drift by our sharp cutwater. Then, as we slowly forged past, the man who had gone down over the side seized her, and in a few moments she was on deck. Here I immediately pushed forward and took command, for I knew some- thing of such things, having once seriously studied medicine. Strange to say, the men stood back without a murmur, while Hayling and I set to work to restore animation. At first we were in some doubt as to her recovery, though I am pleased to say that doubt did not afflict uslong. After a dose of brandy and sun- dry other little attentions, her bosom began to heave, and her breath came in quick, convulsive gasps. Then her eyes opened, and when she beheld the men about her I saw the indecision flicker across her face, and I knew for the moment that she doubted if she were really alive. ‘Tt’sall right,’’ said Hayling softly, << continuing to stroke her hand. ‘You are quite safe and among friends.’ But I knew by the way her eyes flew from one face to the other that she did not quite understand. ‘Where is my father ?’’ she said at last. I could not answer, and so turned my face away from her imploring eyes —eyes that were deep and blue as the sea, and full of a pathos that made one quiver. ‘‘T dare say he is well,’’ said Hayling. ‘‘ We shall see presently.”’ An odd, penetrating look came into hereyes. She looked at him intently. Eomichbooks (E@)