‘Don’t even think of it,’ warned Gerald, in the voice generally reserved for his men. He looked melancholy enough, it is true. Shortly afterwards, he re-appeared with the information that the captive was safe below; and giving the necessary directions to his crew, before many minutes had elapsed, the Zeeslang spread her canvass to the first breeze of morning. His grip twisted her wrist. Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table. Bravo!—the best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better.
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