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e always coming to me with those lives and those deaths in
your hand."
"Yes, it's too much for you," was Lingard's undertoned comment.
"You could be no other than true. And you are innocent! Don't
wish me life, but wish me luck, for you are innocent--and you
will have to take your chance."
"All luck to you, King Tom," he heard her say in the darkness in
which he seemed now to perceive the gleam of her hair. "I will
take my chance. And try not to come near me again for I am weary
of you."
"I can well believe it," murmured Lingard, and stepped out of the
cabin, shutting the door after him gently. For half a minute,
perhaps, the stillness continued, and then suddenly the chair
fell over in the darkness. Next moment Mrs. Travers' head
appeared in the light of the lamp left on the roof of the
deckhouse. Her bare arms grasped the door posts.
"Wait a moment," she said, loudly, into the shadows of the deck.
She heard no footsteps, saw nothing moving except the vanishing
white shape of the late Captain H. C. Jorgenson, who was
indifferent to the life of men. "Wait, King Tom!" she insisted,
raising her voice; then, "I didn't mean it. Don't believe me!"
she cried, recklessly.
For the second time that night a woman's voice startled the
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