And from the far seas he has followed
me--" his voice sank to a hideous whisper,
"because--of--the--curse--the--sea--would--not--keep--his--body!" And the wretch sank down, trembling, the shadow of the gallows
already in his eyes. "Aye!" Strong, deep and exultant was Moll Farrell's voice. "From
the hell of lost craft Satan sent a ship of bygone ages! A ship red
with gore and stained with the memory of horrid crimes! None other
would bear such a vile carcass! The sea has taken vengeance and has
given me mine. See now, how I spit upon the face of John Kulrek." And with a ghastly laugh, she pitched forward, the blood starting to