lled herself bravely together
and recuperated mentally as quickly as she was wont to do physically.

"I ought to be ashamed of myself," she said. Then added, with the
whimsical smile I adored, "but I am only one, small woman."

That phrase, the "one small woman," startled me like an electric shock.
It was my own phrase, my pet, secret phrase, my love phrase for her.

"Where did you get that phrase?" I demanded, with an abruptness that in
turn startled her.

"What phrase?" she asked.

"One small woman."

"Is it yours?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered. "Mine. I made it."

"Then you must have talked in your sleep," she smiled.

The dancing, tremulous light was in her eyes. Mine, I knew, were
speaking beyond the will of my speech. I leaned toward her. Without
volition I leaned toward her, as a tree is swayed by the wind. Ah, we
were very close together in that moment. But she shook her head, as one
might shake off sleep or a dream, saying:

"I have known it all my life. It was my father's name for my mother."

"It is my phrase too," I said stubbornly.

"For your mother?"

"No," I answered, and she questioned no further, though I could have
sworn her eyes retained for some time a mocking, teasing expression.

With the foremast in, the work now went on apace. Almost before I knew
it, and without one serious hitch, I had the mainmast stepped. A
derrick-boom, rigged to the foremast, had accomplished this; and several
days more found all stays and shrouds in place, and everything set up
taut. Topsails would be a nuisance and a danger for a crew of two, so I
heaved the topmasts on deck and lashed them fast.

Several more days were consumed in finishing the sails and putting them
on. There were only three--the jib, foresail, and mainsail; and,
patched, shortened, and distorted, they were a ridiculously ill-fitting
suit for so trim a craft as the _Ghost_.

"But they'll work!" Maud cried jubilantly. "We'll make them work, and
trust our lives to them!"

Certainly, among my many new trades, I shone least as a sail-maker. I
could sail them better than make them, and I had no doubt of my power to
bring the schooner to some northern port of Japan. In fact, I had
crammed navigation from text-books aboard; and besides, there was Wolf
Larsen's star-scale, so simple a device that a child could work it.

As for its inventor, beyond an increasing deafness and the movement of
the lips growing fainter and fain