Chapter 23
THE STORM AGAIN Kirsty woke suddenly out of a deep, dreamless sleep. A white face was bending over her--Steenie's--whiter than ever Kirsty had seen it. He was panting, and his eyes were huge. She started up. 'Come; come!' was all he was able to say. 'What's the metter, Steenie?' she gasped. For a quarter of a minute he stood panting, unable to speak. 'I'm no thinkin onything's gane wrong,' he faltered at length with an effort, recovering breath and speech a little. 'The bonny man--' He burst into tears and turned his head away. A vision of the white, lovely, motionless thing, whose hand had fallen from his like a lump of lead, lying alone at the top of the Horn, with the dog on her feet, had overwhelmed him suddenly. Kirsty was sore distressed. She dreaded the worst when she saw him
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