Gordon Young

“ McGuire knew how Monty had come by that precious cross, worthy of an abbot's breast. He had got the story out of Monty by sympathetic attentiveness as he got almost everything out of people.
There had been a shipwreck. Three persons got away: Monty, another man and a woman. The man died. There was little water and less food in the boat. Monty pretended to share the water spoonful for spoonful; but it was only a pretense. She was a woman old enough to have been his mother, a Frenchwoman, quiet, uncomplaining and deeply religious. ”

“ Canvas flapped dispirited as the ship stirred on ground swells. It was very hot, as hot as the heat of the sun and the mirror of the sea could make it.
Juggins's hoarse voice bellowed with an effort at heartiness. ”

“ The noise increased. The men were loose. The crew had mutinied.
Soon the door opened and Brundage unhurriedly came in. He had a key in his hand and there was a red smear on key and hand.
McGuire questioned him rapidly. Brundage answered without haste. All of his attention was on the key and locks. Adams was dead; Swanson, too, he thought; the crew was rushing the poop—Matt Ward would pay; and Gorvhalsen. Clobb killed Adams.
Then as the irons fell:
“Quick, boy, quick—they want the women—it started over that red one. Blast her soul!” ”