Blanche and Marie had cried out, and a man's
voice was speaking. Betty went to them. They were in various stages of
undress, and the red-haired second-cabin passenger was standing at the
door.
"I promised Miss Vanderpoel----" he was saying, when Betty came forward.
He turned to her promptly.
"I come to tell you that it seems absolutely to be relied on that there
is no immediate danger. The tramp is more injured than we are."
"Oh, are you sure? Are you sure?" panted Blanche, catching at his
sleeve.
"Yes," he answered. "Can I do anything for you?" he said to Bettina, who
was on the point of speaking.
"Will you be good enough to help me to assist Mrs. Worthington into her
berth, and then try to find the doctor."
He went into the next room without speaking. To Mrs. Worthington he
spoke briefly a few words of reassurance. He was a powerful man, and
laid her on her berth without dragging her about uncomfortably, or
making her feel that her weight was greater than even in her most
desponding moments she had suspected. Even her helplessly hysteric mood
was illuminated by a ray of grateful appreciation.
"Oh, thank you--thank you," she murmured. "And you are quite sure there
is no actual danger, Mr.
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