? ? ? ? Huddled close to the base of a rapid fire gun was a young white girl, securely bound. Her eyes were widespread in an expression of horrified anticipation and fixed directly upon me as I came in sight above the edge of the deck.
? ? ? ? Unutterable relief instantly filled them as they fell upon the mystic jewel which sparkled in the centre of my stolen headpiece. She did not speak. Instead her eyes warned me to beware the sleeping figures that surrounded her.
? ? ? ? Noiselessly I gained the deck. The girl nodded to me to approach her. As I bent low she whispered to me to release her.
? ? ? ? "I can aid you," she said, "and you will need all the aid available when they awaken."
? ? ? ? "Some of them will awake in Korus," I replied smiling.
? ? ? ? She caught the meaning of my words, and the cruelty of her answering smile horrified me. One is not astonished by cruelty in a hideous face, but when it touches the features of a goddess whose fine-chiselled lineaments might more fittingly portray love and beauty, the contrast is appalling.
? ? ? ? Quickly I released her.
? ? ? ? "Give me a revolver," she whispered. "I can use that upon those your sword does not silence in time.
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