fairylike armor. And the blustering wind caught her wet tunic and wrapped it about her closely and tightly, revealing every grace and glory of her perfect body.

“Saints! Was there ever such a creature?” said Tomlin hoarsely.

Pearse’s face was set and grim; he made no rejoinder. Venner, too, kept silent; but his eyes held venom as he glared at the speaker. Dolores suddenly raised her eyes from the binnacle, looked toward them as they crouched shivering in the lee of the deck-house-companion, and she, warm and glowing in a flimsy, wet garment, laughed mockingly, and called to them.

“I am forgetting what is due to my guests. Do ye feel cold? Will ye go below?”

And they, shivering and uneasy as