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THE TURN OF THE TIDE.
"Tide's a-turning, sir," said a voice at the open doorway of the cabin, and Captain Clubbe turned his impassive face toward Dormer Colville, who looked oddly white beneath the light of the lamp.
Barebone had unceremoniously dragged his hand away from the hold of Juliette's fingers.

He made a step back and then turned toward the door at the sound of his shipmate's well-known voice.

He stood staring out into the darkness like one who is walking in his sleep.

No one spoke, and through the open doorways no sound came to them but the song of the wind through the rigging.
At last Barebone turned, and there was no sign of fear or misgiving in his face.