The rest can go.
"But there's one thing we've forgotten--where's that girl ?" He turned to the northern leader.
"She's below, in the cabin." "Go get her, Clayton," commanded Dunwody.

"We'll have to be quick now." Clayton found his way down the narrow companionway and in the darkness of the unlighted lower deck fumbled for the lock of the cabin.

When he threw open the door he found the interior dimly lighted by the low window.

At first he could make out nothing, but at last got a glimpse of a figure at the farther side of the little room.

"Who's there!" he demanded, weapon ready.
There was no answer, but slowly, wearily, with unspeakable sadness in every gesture, there rose the figure of the girl Lily, around whose fortunes had centered all these turbulent scenes.
In the confusion which followed, no one had a clear conception of all the events which concluded this tragic encounter.