"Get out of the way, you black hellions! Let the lady pass! Look out, lady! You damned sons of hell, what're you about! I'll rip out your bowels----" Susan fled across the deck and darted up the stairs to the saloon.

The steamer was all white without except the black metal work.

Within--that is, in the long saloon out of which the cabins opened to right and left and in which the meals were served at extension tables--there was the palatial splendor of white and gilt.

At the forward end near the main entrance was the office.

Susan, peering in from the darkness of the deck, saw that the way was clear.