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Somewhat reassured by our noisy presence, however,—for she was plucky at heart,—she pulled herself together and tried to explain what had happened; and her broken words, told there on the edge of night and morning upon this wild island ridge, were oddly thrilling and distressingly convincing. SOMEWHAT REASSURED BY OUR NOISY PRESENCE HOWEVER FOR SHE WAS PLUCKY AT HEART SHE PULLED HERSELF TOGETHER AND TRIED TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAD HAPPENED AND HER BROKEN WORDS TOLD THERE ON THE EDGE OF NIGHT AND MORNING UPON THIS WILD ISLAND RIDGE WERE ODDLY THRILLING AND DISTRESSINGLY CONVINCING
, breaking the peace and silence with its shrill clamour. In less than ten seconds I was half dressed and out of my tent. The screaming had stopped abruptly, but I knew the general direction, and ran as fast as the darkness would allow over to the women's quarters, and on getting close I heard sounds of suppressed weeping. It was Joan's voice. And just as I came up I saw Mrs. Maloney, marvellously attired, fumbling with a lantern. Other voices became audible in the same moment behind me, and Timothy Maloney arrived, breathless, less than half dressed, and carrying another lantern that had gone out on the way from being banged against a tree. Dawn was just breaking, and a chill wind blew in from the sea. Heavy black clouds drove low overhead. The scene of confusion may be better imagined than described. Questions in frightened voices filled the air against this background of suppressed weeping. Briefly—Joan's silk tent had been torn, and the girl was in a state bordering upon hysterics. WAS REALLY HORRIBLE BREAKING THE PIECE IN SILENCE WITH ITS SHRILL CLAMOUR IN LESS THAN TEN SECONDS I WAS HALF DRESSED AND OUT OF MY TENT THE SCREAMING HAD STOPPED ABRUPTLY BUT I KNEW THE GENERAL DIRECTION AND RAN AS FAST AS THE DARKNESS WOULD ALLOW OVER TO THE WOMEN'S QUARTERS AND ON GETTING CLOSE I HEARD SOUNDS OF SUPPRESSED WEEPING IT WAS JOAN'S VOICE AND JUST AS I CAME UP I SAW MISSUS MALONEY MARVELOUSLY ATTIRED FUMBLING WITH A LANTERN OTHER VOICES BECAME AUDIBLE IN THE SAME MOMENT BEHIND ME AND TIMOTHY MALONEY ARRIVED BREATHLESS LESS THAN HALF DRESSED AND CARRYING ANOTHER LANTERN THAT HAD GONE OUT ON THE WAY FROM BEING BANGED AGAINST A TREE DAWN WAS JUST BREAKING AND A CHILL WIND BLEW IN FROM THE SEA HEAVY BLACK CLOUDS DROVE LOW OVERHEAD THE SCENE OF CONFUSION MAY BE BETTER IMAGINED THAN DESCRIBED QUESTIONS AND FRIGHTENED VOICES FILLED THE AIR AGAINST THIS BACKGROUND OF SUPPRESSED WEEPING BRIEFLY JOAN'S SILK TENT HAD BEEN TORN AND THE GIRL WAS IN A STATE OF BORDERING UPON HYSTERICS
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