The Wings of the Morning by Louis Tracy
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The pangs of hunger could not be resisted. Although the fruit was hardly ripe they tore at the great bunches and ate ravenously. Iris made no pretence in the matter, and the sailor was in worse plight, for he had been on duty continuously since four o'clock the previous afternoon. At last their appetite was somewhat appeased, though plantains might not appeal to a gourmand as the solitary joint. "Now," decided Jenks, "you must rest here a little while, Miss Deane. I am going back to the beach. You need not be afraid. There are no animals to harm you, and I will not be far away." "What are you going to do on the beach?" she demanded. "To rescue stores, for the most part." "May I not come with you--I can be of some little service, surely?" He answered slowly: "Please oblige me by remaining here at present. In less than an hour I will return, and then, perhaps, you will find plenty to do." She read his meaning intuitively and shivered. "I could not do _that_," she murmured. "I would faint. Whilst you are away I will pray for them--my unfortunate friends." As he passed from her side he heard her sobbing quietly. |
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