man who has been on the spot are always worth hearing, but my ears were strained to catch a repetition of the angry cry I had heard, or the continuation of the quarrel which it certainly seemed to be the beginning of. As we came up the deck again we met young Howard with the shawl still on his arm and Mrs. Tremain walking beside him. She was laughing in a somewhat hysterical manner, and his face was as pale as ashes with a drawn look about the corners of his lips, but the captain's eyes were only on his wife.
"Why don't you put on the shawl, my dear?" he said to her affectionately.
"The shawl?" she answered. Then, seeing it on young Howard's arm, she laughed, and said, "He never offered it to me."
Young Howard made haste to place the shawl on her shoulders, which she arranged around herself in a very coquettish and charming way. Then she took her husband's arm.
"Good-night," she said to me; "good-night, and thanks, Mr. Howard."
"Good-night," said the captain; "I will tell you more about that mine to-morrow."
We watched them disappear toward the companion way. I drew young Howard toward the side of the boat.
