"She is a fine lady--and a pretty
lady."
"So Tunis Latham think--heh?" demanded Eunez fiercely.
"And why not?" grinned Johnny.
"Bah! Has not all gone wrong with that _Seamew_ ever since she sail
in the schooner?" demanded the girl. "An anchor chain breaks; a rope
parts; you lost a topmast--yes? How about Tony? Has he not left and
will not return aboard the schooner for a price? Do you not find
calm where other schooners find fair winds? Ah!"
"Pooh!" ejaculated Johnny Lark. "Old woman's talk!"
"Not!" cried the girl hotly. "It is a truth. The saints defend us
from the evil eye! And Tunis Latham is under that girl's spell."
Johnny Lark tried to laugh again, but with less success. Many little
things had marred the fair course of the _Seamew_ and her captain's
business. He, however, shook his head.
"Not that pretty girl yonder," he said, "has brought bad luck to the
_Seamew_. No, no!"
"What, then?" asked Eunez, staring sidewise at him from eyes which
seemed almost green.
"See!" said Johnny, seizing her wrist. "If the _Seamew_ is a Jonahed
schooner, it is because of something different. Yes!"
"Bah!" cried Eunez, yet with continued eagerness. "Tell me what it
may be if it is not that girl with the evil eye?"
"Ask 'Rion Latham," whispered Johnny.
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