flamed at him: "Afraid?"

He nodded.

"I don't believe it."

His eyes shone. "What a loyal little bride? But--I taxed him with it.
And--that was the word he used...."

She was so angry that she beat upon Mark's great breast with her tiny
fists. "It's not true! It's not true!" she cried. "You know...."

Abruptly, Mark took fire. She was swept in his arms, clipped there,
half-lifted from the deck to meet his lips that dipped to hers. She was
like nothing in his grasp; she could not stir.... And from his lips, and
circling arms, and great body the hot fire of the man flung through
her.... She fought him.... But even in that terrific moment she knew that
Joel had never swept or whelmed her so....

She twisted her face away.... And thus, from the shadow where they stood,
she saw Joel. He was at the top of the cabin companion, looking toward
them, his face illumined by the light from below. And she watched for an
instant, frozen with terror, expecting him to leap toward them and plunge
at Mark and buffet him....

Joel stood for an instant, unstirring. Then he turned, very quietly, and
went down stairs again into the cabin....

She thought, sickly, that he had shirked; he had seen, and held his
hand....

What was it Mark had said? Afraid....

Mark had not seen Joel. He kissed her again. Then she twisted away from
him, and fled below.

Joel was at his desk. He did not look up at her coming; and she stood for
an instant, behind him, watching his bent head....

Then she slipped into her own cabin, and snapped the latch, and plunged
her face in her pillow to stifle bursting sobs.

XII

The _Nathan Ross_ changed course that day; and the word went around the
ship. It passed from man to man. There was whispering; and there were
dark looks, flung toward Joel.

Joel kept the deck all day, silent, and watchful, and waiting. Mark spoke
to him once or twice, asking what he meant to do. Joel told him nothing.
He had fought out his fight the night before; he knew himself....

Mark and Finch talked together, during the morning. Joel watched them
without comment. Later he saw Mark speak to the other mates, one by one.
At dinner in the cabin, the mates were silent. Their eyes had something
of shame in them, and something of venomous hate.... They already hated
Joel, whom they planned to wrong....

The day was fair, and the wind drove them smoothly. There was no work to
be done, never a spout on the sea. Joel, watc