In the lantern light he saw the dismayed, shamed look in her eyes and the vivid blush of embarrassment that suffused her pale cheeks.

As the ship rolled back, he moved forward to assist her, but she sprang lightly to her feet and hurried on ahead of him, disappearing around a corner.
"Well, by gosh!" he muttered aloud in his surprise.

"And she dances half naked before thousands of people every night! Can you beat it! The last person in the world you'd think would care a whoop, and she turns out to be as finicky about her legs as your grandmother.

Women certainly are queer." With this profound comment on the inconsistency of the sex, he took himself off in the direction of the Captain's quarters,--a forward cabin which served in lieu of the dismantled bridge..