ice said:

"Yes, I . . . I think I know. It was the morning of that pampero off the
Plate, when you were thrown through the door into my father's stateroom.
I saw it in your eyes. I knew it. I think it was the first time, the
very instant."

I could only nod my head and draw her close to me. And she looked up at
me and added:

"You were very ridiculous. There you sat, on the bed, holding on with
one hand and nursing the other hand under your arm, staring at me,
irritated, startled, utterly foolish, and then . . . how, I don't know
. . . I knew that you had just come to know . . . "

"And the very next instant you froze up," I charged ungallantly.

"And that was why," she admitted shamelessly, then leaned away from me,
her hands resting on my shoulders, while she gurgled and her lips parted
from over her beautiful white teeth.

One thing I, John Pathurst, know: that gurgling laughter of hers is the
most adorable laughter that was ever heard.

CHAPTER XXXVIII

I wonder. I wonder. Did the Samurai make a mistake? Or was it the
darkness of oncoming death that chilled and clouded that star-cool brain
of his, and made a mock of all his wisdom? Or was it the blunder that
brought death upon him beforehand? I do not know, I shall never know;
for it is a matter no one of us dreams of hinting at, much less
discussing.

I shall begin at the beginning--yesterday afternoon. For it was
yesterday afternoon, five weeks to a day since we emerged from the
Straits of Le Maire into this gray storm-ocean, that once again we found
ourselves hove to directly off the Horn. At the changing of the watches
at four o'clock, Captain West gave the command to Mr. Pike to wear ship.
We were on the starboard tack at the time, making leeway off shore. This
manoeuvre placed us on the port tack, and the consequent leeway, to me,
seemed on shore, though at an acute angle, to be sure.

In the chart-room, glancing curiously at the chart, I measured the
distance with my eye and decided that we were in the neighbourhood of
fifteen miles off Cape Horn.

"With our drift we'll be close up under the land by morning, won't we?" I
ventured tentatively.

"Yes," Captain West nodded; "and if it weren't for the West Wind Drift,
and if the land did not trend to the north-east, we'd be ashore by
morning. As it is, we'll be well under it at daylight, ready to steal
around if there is a change, ready to wear ship if there is no change."