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CHAPTER FIVE

Once, under a star-strewn sky in the airless heat of the tropical night, they had stood close together on the deck and Lizbeth had a mad desire to touch him, to make sure he was there and not a figment of her imagination.
" What are you thinking about?" Rodney asked, and his voice was unusually deep.
" You!" Lizbeth could not help speaking the truth.
" And I am thinking of you!" he spoke the words angrily.
" Why?" she hardly breathed the question.
" Because I cannot help it; because I cannot be free of you," he hurled the accusations at her.
She stood very still, and the phosphorescence from the sea seemed to halo her hair.
" Curse you!" Rodney cried, but there was no anger in his voice. She trembled at his words, yet it was a sweet ecstatic emotion which seemed to course through her veins.
" I,izbeth !" It was the cry of a man hard-pressed ; and then the ship's bells brought them back to their senses.
Without another word Rodney turned on his heel and went below, leaving I,izbeth alone, her hands to her breasts trying to quell the tumult within her.
It was getting towards dusk on the twelfth day after leaving Dominica when the look-out shouted:
" Sail ho!"
Rodney forgot to be composed on this occasion and came running up from his cabin on to the quarter-deck.
" Where away?" he asked.
" On the port bow, Sir. A carrack, I think, Sir."
" Yes, a carrack, Sir," shouted another from the foretop of the gallant masthead. "She's right to windward under all sail, Sir."
For a few seconds no one on deck could see anything; then Rodney saw a gleaming square of white rise for a second over the horizon and then vanish again. Minutes passed and now the sails were more frequently to be seen, until at last the ship was in plain view running goose-winged before the wind.
" She is flying the Spanish colours at the main, Sir," shouted the look-out.
Rodney nodded. He had seen that some seconds earlier,

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