CHAPTER XXI.
THE LANDING AT YELLOW BANKS Nevertheless, in spite of this resolve, and the fresh courage which had been awakened within me by the faith that from now on I battled for the love of Eloise Beaucaire, no immediate opportunity for service came.
All that the dark girl knew of her present whereabouts was that she had been lifted on board, and, in all probability, taken below.

Certainly the girl had not been cabined on the upper deck; nor was I at present in any position to seek openly the place of her confinement.

I could only wait patiently, and observe.
Supper was served me in front of the boilers, in company with the rest of the crew.

Later, I was assigned a sleeping space on the lower deck, barely wide enough to lie in, and was permitted to sit among the others, under the uptilt of the swinging gangway, listening to their boisterousness, and rough play, or watching the dusk of evening descend over the deserted waters, as the laboring steamer battled against the current.

It was a still, black night, and the _Adventurer_ made extremely slow progress, a leadsman at the bow calling off the depth of water, and a huge light, rather ingeniously arranged, casting a finger of radiance along the ghostly shore line.