But Throckmartin was moving onward to his cabin. I started to follow.
The first officer stopped me.

"Your friend," he said, "is he ill?"

"The sea!" I answered hurriedly. "He's not used to it. I am going to
look after him."

Doubt and disbelief were plain in the seaman's eyes but I hurried on.
For I knew now that Throckmartin was ill indeed--but with a sickness
the ship's doctor nor any other could heal.





CHAPTER II

"Dead! All Dead!"


He was sitting, face in hands, on the side of his berth as I entered.
He had taken off his coat.

"Throck," I cried. "What was it? What are you flying from, man?
Where is your wife--and Stanton?"

"Dead!" he replied monotonously. "Dead! All dead!" Then as I
recoiled from him--"All dead. Edith, Stanton, Thora--dead--or worse.
And Edith in the Moon Pool--with them--drawn by what you saw on the