CHAPTER VIThe Voice
Returning to the broken companionway they fought their way up to the deck again. It was just as they reached it that night descended with the suddenness of a fused lamp.
“Hang it!” Brooks exclaimed from the dark. “Can’t be a scrap of refraction in this blasted plane. The light wave quirks are too thorough for my liking. You okay, Vera?”
“Okay,” she assented, rather drily. “I had the chance to practise being in the dark recently, remember. It’s night in New York too,” she added. “I can see the city lights.”
“Wish I could,” Douglas sighed wistfully. “Be a comfort in this forsaken land.”
They found their way along the deck and so back to the beach again. Here Douglas’ voice floated out of the void in sudden alarm.
“Say, it’s night! Do you realize that? We started on
