llijht It was the stain of blood, and
my hands were also reddened by it. I
that first instant of horror I hurle
the weapon out through the open port
into the sea. Blood ! There had been
murder committed on board, and the
fellow I had struck down was seeking
refuge, endeavoring to find conceal-;
ment following his crime. Ay, but
what about the light in the cabin? It ;
had been extinguished after the flee-!
ing fugitive haX entered Dorothy's ',
stateroom. Did this mean that the
slayer had an accomplice? If so, then
the killing was not the result of a
mere personal "quarrel amidships, or
in the forecastle, but the result ol
some conspiracy. I thought cf San
chez, and of Bstada's plan to- obt'tin
control of the ship. Could,this be its
culmination? And was the Spaniard
already lying dead in his cabin?
Nothing came of my thought only
confusion; nor did I dare investigate
for fear of becoming more deeply in
volved in the tragedy. No, there was
nothing to be done; my safety, and
the safety of the girl depended on our
apparent ignorance of what had oc
curred. Convincing myself of this, I
washed the blood stains from my
hands and lay down In the bunk fully
dressed to await my cal
"(Continued To morrl w.
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