Edison Marshall

“ She looked up at him with blue eyes smiling,—a smile that crept down to her lips for all that she tried to repel it. She looked straight into Ned's eyes as she answered him simply, candidly, quite like a social equal instead of a lowly employee. And there was a lilt in her voice that caught Ned's attention in spite of himself. ”

“ She had shown the best of taste on the way home after the accident, and certainly she would offend Lenore's and his own sensibilities less than the average of his father's employees.
He knew where he could procure some one to do the fitting. Had not Bess Gilbert, when he had left her at her door the previous evening, told him that she knew all manner of needlecraft? Her well-modeled, athletic, though slender form could endure such hardships as the work involved; and she had the temperament exactly needed: adventurous, uncomplaining, courageous. ”

“ Fortunately the average man Knutsen hires for his crew doesn't know Charon from Adam. Seamen, my boy, are the most superstitious crowd on earth. No one can follow the sea and not be superstitious—don't ask me why. It gets to them, some way, inside.”
“Sorry I can't stay to hear a lecture on the subject.” Ned turned toward the door. “Now for Mr. Knutsen.”
Ned drove to the designated address, found the owner of the craft, and executed a charter after ten minutes of conversation. Knutsen was a big, good-natured man with a goodly share of Norse blood that had paled his eyes and hair. ”