Frothing waves, ruddy from the dock-fire glow, spread out before the eyes of the girl and the woman at the wheel of the Walrus. A mist curtain had cut off the dim outline of the distant mainland. Occasional gusts of rain gave promise of a real downpour to come. To the north, the island faded quickly into blackness beyond the reach of the light from the doomed dock. Near at hand, on the south, the lights of the unknown boat were moving past toward the flaming picture. Every minute Clem expected a whistle from the stranger. In remembrance of her previous experience with Captain Main, she would not have been surprised to hear the c***k of a g*n and the whine of a bullet across the Walrus.
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