"It was a beautiful sunset," she said; "but now it has gone, the ocean
seems to have such a cruel, cold look. And there are whispering voices
on the water."
She shivered slightly and looked at him half humorously.
"I know," said Dan. "But the stars will be out to-night, and, later,
the moon."
"It will be dreary at best," replied Virginia. "I think it would be
nice if there weren't going to be any night until we--until we--" she
paused. "Oh, Captain, you think we--" She stopped short and frowned.
"There," she said reproachfully, "I told you I was going to be brave.
I'm succeeding admirably!"
"You _are_ succeeding admirably," said Dan. "Yes, I think we are going
to get out of this. Of course we are. In the meantime, pending
dinner, or supper, rather, I am going into my cabin to see if I can't
confiscate some of the Captain's clothes. I feel as if I had been in
these for years. And--" he hesitated.
"And what?" she asked.
"And if the Captain has left a razor, I am going to shave."
"Are you really?" laughed the girl. "And while you are about it, won't
you please telephone for my hairdresser?"
With the dark came a light breeze--and the stars, which Dan hailed with
delight as giving him something to go by. The breeze came over the
starboard beam, the sail filling nicely, and Dan, taking a stand by the
wheel, directed the derelict toward land.
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