It was an evening promising storm, with some motion to the sea, and a heavy bank of clouds visible off the port quarter, brightened by flashes of zigzag lightning.

The brig rolled dizzily, so the cavalier sought to steady her steps, but she only laughed at the effort, waving him aside, as she moved easily forward.

Once with hand on the rail, she ignored his presence entirely, looking first at the threatening cloud, and then permitting her gaze to rest once more upon the line of men descending through the hatch.
It had become my turn to go down, yet in that instant our eyes met fairly, and I instantly knew she saw and recognized me.

For a single second our glances clung, as though some mysterious influence held us to each other--then the angry guard struck me with the stock of his piece.
"What er ye standin' thar fer ?" he demanded savagely.

"Go on down--lively now." I saw her clasping fingers convulsively grip the rail, and, even at that distance, marked a sudden flame of color in her cheeks.