"I'm about to undertake some exploration work--a little digging among the ruins on the Nan-Matal." I looked at the Portuguese sharply as I named the place.

A pallor crept beneath his skin and again he made swiftly the sign of the cross, glancing as he did so fearfully to the north.

I made up my mind then to question him when opportunity came.

He turned from his quick scrutiny of the sea and addressed O'Keefe.
"There's nothing on board to fit you, Lieutenant." "Oh, just give me a sheet to throw around me, Captain," said O'Keefe and followed him.

Darkness had fallen, and as the two disappeared into Da Costa's cabin I softly opened the door of my own and listened.
Huldricksson was breathing deeply and regularly.
I drew my electric-flash, and shielding its rays from my face, looked at him.