There!" she added, as they stood in the companionway.

"Now don't you feel as though we were facing an adventure?
We shan't be able to see a yard ahead of us, and the wind is singing." They passed through up the companionway.

She took his arm and he suddenly felt the touch of her warm fingers feeling for his other hand.

He gripped them tightly, and his last impression of her face, before they plunged into the darkness, was of a queer softness, as though she were giving herself up to some unexpected but welcome emotion.

Her eyes were half closed.