ally burning. When he halted to speak to his first officer, his voice was sweet and vibrant:
"I am going below for a little while, Mr. Parlin. Call me when you've run down your course."
Captain Kendrick went into his room just abaft the wheelhouse, and picked up from his desk a typewritten letter that showed marks of much handling. He read it slowly, and his lip quivered as it had done with each of many previous readings. Seating himself upon the edge of the couch, he said aloud little fragments of the letter, taken here and there without sequence:
"Astonishing behavior … guilty of annoyance … serious complaints … ridiculous religious display … prime of usefulness past … evidently ripe for retirement…."
The letter fell to the floor unheeded, as there came into his eyes a look of impassioned intensity that was focused ever so far beyond the walls of this little sea-cabin. He was on his knees and his head was in his hands as he murmured:
