While in no way serious it was an ugly bruise, and required considerable attention.

Sitting there on a stool while she worked, I could hear Louis bustling about in the cabin, but my mind was busy with a thousand matters requiring settlement.

At last I refused to be ministered to any longer, laughing at her desire to bandage my head, and insisting that all I needed now was breakfast.
As we entered the cabin, the Lieutenant stood in Henley's door.
"I was looking for you, Craig," he said, coming forward, and bowing to my companion.

"Here is a newspaper clipping which may be of interest.
I found it on the deck." I read it hastily, and, in silence handed it to her, watching her face as she read.

It was a local item describing the finding of a dead body which could not be identified.