With scarcely a murmur she fell back in her seat.

Quest leaned hurriedly forward.
"Captain!" he exclaimed.

"Steward! Mrs.Foston Rowe is ill." There was a slight commotion.

The Doctor came hurrying up from the other side of the salon.

He bent over her and his face grew grave.
"What is it ?" the Captain demanded.
The Doctor glanced at him meaningly.
"She had better be carried out," he whispered.
It was all done in a moment.