The old woman had no suspicion of anything, but told me quite innocently that now she was to be a sort of housekeeper with the Becks." A slight noise above him here caused the speaker to look up.

A deadly pale young sailor was staring down at him over the ship's side with a pair of eyes that struck him as resembling those he had once seen in the head of a mad dog.

Their owner turned away at once and crossed the deck.
"That must have been the lover!" he whispered over to the other, as he set to work with his adze upon the pencilled plank.

Shortly after he muttered in a tone of compunction-- "If I saw that physiognomy aright, some one had better take care of himself when he gets leave ashore." Salve had sprung to his feet in a fury when he heard about young Beck, but the desire to hear more had kept him spellbound.

What further had been hinted of his relations with Elizabeth, and that the latter had even taken refuge in his house, seemed all only too probable.