"
"But you are pale, and your eyes are sunk in your head."
"We are very short-handed and--no one has slept much."
"Or eaten at all, I imagine," she said. "When do we get in?"
"I can hardly say. With this wind, perhaps Tuesday."
"Where?"
"Philadelphia."
"You intend to turn the yacht over to the police?"
"Yes, Miss Lee."
"Every one on it?"
"That is up to the police. They will probably not hold the women.
You will be released, I imagine, on your own recognizance."
"And--Mr. Turner?"
"He will have to take his luck with the rest of us."
She asked me no further questions, but switched at once to what had
brought her on deck.
"The cabin is unbearable," she said. "We are willing to take the
risk of opening the after companion door."
But I could not allow this, and I tried to explain my reasons. The
crew were quartered there, for one; for the other, whether they were
willing to take the risk or not, I would not open it without placing
a guard there, and we had no one to spare for the duty. I suggested
that they use the part of the deck reserved for them, where it was
fairly cool under the awning; and, after a dispute below, they agreed
to this. Turner, very weak, came up the few steps slowly, but
refused my proffered help. A little later, he called me from the
rail and offered me a cigar.
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