He seemed to recognize her and he asked her in German if she were not Miss Aaronsohn.

I felt my blood leave my face, and, looking him straight in the eye, I whispered, "If you say one word more, you will be a dead man; so help me God!" He must have felt that I meant exactly what I said, for he walked off mumbling unintelligibly.
At last the boat got away, and five minutes later we were mounting the side of the Des Moines.

Throngs of refugees covered the decks of the cruiser.

Their faces showed tension and anxiety.

Their presence there seemed too good to be true, and all awaited the moment when the ship should heave anchor.