Stella Rosevelt — page 32: what you’re looking at

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=f SAVED. ~ All eyes were instantly turned in the direction toward which he pointed, and low on the horizon, very far away, there gleamed a white sail. The captain brought his glass to bear upon it, and reported a schooner. | A signal of distress was hoisted immediately, and changing their course, they pulled vigorously for the vessel. But in less than half an hour it had disappeared entirely, and, with disappointed faces, they again turned their course westward. The demands of nature now began to assert themselves, and > the captain served out a generous breakfast, treating all alike. Mr. Rosevelt regarded him anxiously as he did this. ‘‘ How long will your stores hold out?” he asked, as the men began to eat hungrily. ‘Two or three days,” he returned; ‘‘ but we are so nearly in the line of the steamers that we shall surely fall in with one before our provisions are gone.” The old man sighed, and bent a wistful look upon the young girl sitting beside him. Star had noted his anxious tone as he questioned the cap- tain; she had also seen the look he cast upon her. ‘‘He fears that we shall be tossed about on the ocean until we starve,” she thought, a horrible chill creeping over her; and she quietly slipped all the bread that had been given her into her pocket, and only ate the more perishable food and deli- cacies which the captain had laid in her lap. That afternoon Mr. Rosevelt had a violent attack of vertigo, lying insensible for several hours; and now it was Star’s turn to pillow 4zs head upon 4er lap and minister to his comfort. She bathed his face and head almost constantly, and with her shawl shielded him from the sun, which during the day was very powerful, while from time to time she fed him with bits of biscuit moistened with nert wine from a bottle which Coimicbooks co