rs on top of your wages."

It was shortly before they hoisted the anchor overboard to wait for
dawn that for the second time Kendric felt again that oddly disturbing
sense of hidden eyes spying at him. Again he was alone, standing
forward, peering into the darkness, trying to make some sort of detail
out of the black wall ahead which Barlow had told him was a long line
of cliff. As before Charlie was at the wheel while Nigger Ben was
listening to instructions from Barlow aft of the cabin. The voices
came faint against the gulf wind to Kendric. The words he did not hear
since all of his mental force was bent to determine what it was that
gave him that uncanny feeling of eyes, the eyes of Zoraida Castelmar,
in the dark.

This time he was guarded in his actions. He stood still a moment, his
jaw set, only his eyes turning to right and left. As he had asked
himself countless times already so now did he put the question again:
"How could a man feel a thing like that?" At his age was he developing
nerves and insane fancies? At any rate the sensation was strong,
compelling. Making no sound, he turned and stared into the darkness on
all sides. He saw no one.

Suddenly, startling him so that his taut muscles jumped involuntarily,
came an excited shout from Nigger Ben.

"Ha'nts, Cap'n Barlow! Oh, my Gawd, save me now! Looky dar! Looky
dar! It's a lady g-g-ghost! Oh, my Gawd, save me now!"

Kendric ran back. Nigger Ben was clutching wildly at Barlow's arm.

"You superstitious old fool," growled Barlow. "It's only that piece of
torn sail flappin' that Charlie was goin' to sew. Can't you see? I
thought you weren't afraid of the _New Moon's_ ha'nts, any way."

Nigger Ben shifted his big feet uneasily and little by little crept
forward to look at the flapping bit of sail cloth. Slowly his courage
returned to him. He hadn't been afraid at all, he declared, but just
sort of shook up, seeing the thing all of a sudden that way. Kendric
passed on as though nothing had happened, as he reasoned perhaps
nothing had. But just the same he made his second quiet search, in the
end finding nothing. But as he went back to his place up deck he
turned the matter over and over in mind stubbornly. Coincidences were
all right enough, but reasonable explanations lay back of them. If a
man could only see just where the explanation lay.

He sought to reason logically; if in truth someone had been standing
looking at him, i