“Say, rather, you have given me hope. I think Heaven has work for you to do in the world. Let me go out first. Never mind Joey. He can struggle along behind. Steady now. Head down and lean well against the wind.” Elsie found, to her amazement, that there was less sense of danger in facing the wind than in being driven along before it. Moreover, she had greater confidence during this second transit over the exposed portion of the deck. She felt Courtenay dragging her on irresistibly until they gained the lee of the smoking-room. He let her rest there, beneath the ladder leading to the bridge. Then a strange revulsion of feeling came to him. He experienced an overwhelming desire not to be parted from her; he had a sickening fear that he might never see her again; so he shouted, very close to her cheek: “Would you like to sit in my cabin a little while, if I bring Miss Baring?” She thought that would be splendid. Courtenay, if any one, would succeed in calming Isobel. In order to make herself heard she, in turn, had to put her lips quite near to Courtenay’s face. “Yes,” she cried, “I shall be only too pleased. But be patient with her; she is very frightened.” There is no accounting for the workings of a man’s mind. Courtenay, at no time a lady’s man, most certainly had other matters to attend to just then. Yet here he was thinking only of a woman’s comfort. His dismal forebodings were banished by a rush of absurd delight at the thought that he would have an opportunity of speaking to her occasionally. What a brave girl she was! What a wife for a sailor! In truth, these were mad notions that jostled in his brain when his life and her’s were not worth an hour’s purchase. He drew her to the foot of the ladder. “Run ahead, Joey!” he cried. The dog, a weird little figure leaning forward at a ridiculous angle against the tearing wind, obeyed instantly. “Now, you,” he said to Elsie, “but wait until I pass you at the top.” Though her skirts were troublesome, she managed the ascent. Then she was taken off her feet again, and hardly knew where she was until she found herself in the haven of Courtenay’s cabin. Joey was glad to be there, too. He shook himself noisily in his heavy coat. “You won’t mind if I fasten the door on you?” and the captain so far forgot his anxiety as to smile. “No, indeed,” and she smiled in response. “Very well. I shall bring Miss Baring in about five minutes. You won’t stir till we come?”