"I couldn't kill you just now, but I will some day
I promise you."
He was very white and had a look about his mouth that showed that he meant
what he said.
Some bells rang somewhere.
"That's dinner," exclaimed Clover.
Aunt Mary gave a piercing cry.
"Oh, take me somewhere else," she said, throwing her hands up to her face;
"somewhere where there'll never be nothin' to eat again. I--I can't bear to
hear about eatin'."
"I'm going to take her down into one of the cabins," said Jack hastily,
"she belongs in bed."
"No, turn back the carpet and lay me in the bath-tub," almost sobbed the
poor victim. "I don't feel like I could get flat enough anywhere else."
"She has the proper spirit," said Burnett faintly, "only I don't feel as
if I could get flat enough anywhere at all. What in the name of the Great
Pyramid ever possessed me to come?"
Mitchell rose quickly to his feet.
"You put your aunt to bed, Jack," he said, "and I'll put my yacht to
backing. This expedition is expeditiously heading on to what might be
termed a failure. I can see that, even if we're only in a Sound."
"When do you suppose we'll get back?" the nephew asked anxiously.
"About four o'clock, if we don't lose time by having to tack."
"I didn't quite catch all that," said Aunt Mary, "but I knew suthin' was
loose all along. I felt it inside of me right off at first. And ever
since, too."
Jack gathered her up in his arms and bore her tenderly away to the
beautiful main cabin.
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