"I was not off the vessel ten minutes, before we met the
vessel's crew going towards her. I can't bear to think of it."
"But the revolver; surely that is an exaggeration!"
"It is here," and the lieutenant held it towards Lancy, who drew back with
a shudder.
"Heavens! is it possible? I can hardly realize how Hugh was capable of such
an act."
"You had better take this Mr. Gurney, and give it to the owner," said the
lieutenant, still holding out the weapon.
"No!" said Dexie quickly, "he shall not have it back! If you will not keep
it, Lieutenant Wilbur, I will throw it into the harbor the first chance I
get!"
"I will keep it then, fair warbler," and he replaced it in his pocket.
"Does he not know your name?" said Lancy, in a low tone.
"No, but he saw us both in the hall, and remembers me."
"Well, it is but fair, lieutenant," said Lancy aloud, "that you should know
the name of the lady you rescued. This is Miss Dexie Sherwood."
"Ah! happy to know you at last, Miss Sherwood," was the laughing reply, as
he bent over her a moment; "but I must bid you good-bye, as I get off
here," and signalling the driver he lifted his cap, and was soon out of
sight.
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