to go on. "I can't," she
continued, more to herself than to me, "I can't. They oughtn't to have
put this on me. They oughtn't. They oughtn't." She laid her unhurt hand
on my shoulder for a moment. "Let me warn you," she said earnestly,
"that you're in danger."

"In danger from you?" I asked.

"Don't ask me more," she said, "I hate myself for telling you even that.
Oh, it's terrible to have to do it. Go now. Don't ask me more. But I had
to warn you. But I can't do it myself." I did not know what to make of
this; but I gathered that her task (whatever it was) from which she had
shrunk so bitterly in the Dutch town only the night before, was now to
be deputed to another, probably to the captain, perhaps to the Dartmouth
justices. I did not like the thought; but I thanked her for warning me,
it was generous of her to warn me. I took out the dagger with which she
had tried to stab me. "You said we were in opposite camps, Miss Carew,"
I said. "But I wouldn't like to keep this. I mean I wouldn't like to
think that we were enemies, really." I daresay I said other foolish
things as well, at the same time.

"Yes, keep it," she said. "I couldn't bear to have it again. But be
warned. Don't trust me. While we're in opposite camps you be warned. For
I'm your enemy, then, when you least expect it."

Nothing much happened the next day until the evening, by which time
we were off the Isle of Wight. With the aid of the mate, I doctored
Aurelia's hand again; that was the only memorable event of the day. In
the evening, the captain (who had been moody from his drunkenness of
the night before) asked me to sing to him in the great cabin. I was
surprised at the request; but I knew a few ballads, so I sang them to
him. While I was singing, Aurelia entered the cabin; she sat down on
one of the lockers below the great window. She looked very white, in the
gloom there. She did not speak to me; but sat there restlessly, coughing
in a dry hacking way, as though one of her ribs had been broken in the
fall. I lowered my voice when I noticed this, as I was afraid that
my singing might annoy her; I thought that she was suffering from her
wound. The captain told me to pipe up; as he couldn't hear what my
words were. I asked Aurelia if my singing worried her; but instead of
answering she left the cabin for a few minutes. When she came back, she
sat with her face in her hand, seemingly in great pain. I sang all the
ballads known to me. When I had fini