"
This was as far as he would go, for he knew very well that she was not
in the deckhouse. Mr. Travers, completely convinced by the statement,
made no sound. But neither did he lie down again. D'Alcacer gave himself
up to meditation. The night seemed extremely oppressive. At Lingard's
shout for Jorgenson, that in the profound silence struck his ears
ominously, he raised his eyes and saw Mrs. Travers outside the door of
the Cage. He started forward but she was already within. He saw she was
moved. She seemed out of breath and as if unable to speak at first.
"Hadn't we better shut the door?" suggested d'Alcacer.
"Captain Lingard's coming in," she whispered to him. "He has made up his
mind."
"That's an excellent thing," commented d'Alcacer, quietly. "I conclude
from this that we shall hear something."
"You shall hear it all from me," breathed out Mrs. Travers.
"Ah!" exclaimed d'Alcacer very low.
By that time Lingard had entered, too, and the decks of the Emma were
all astir with moving figures. Jorgenson's voice was also heard giving
directions. For nearly a minute the four persons within the Cage
remained motionless. A shadowy Malay in the gangway said suddenly:
"Sudah, Tuan," and Lingard murmured, "Ready, Mrs. Travers."
She seized d'Alcacer's arm and led him to the side of the Cage furthest
from the corner in which Mr.
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