The Captain of the Kansas

The Captain of the Kansas, by
Louis Tracy

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Title: The Captain of the Kansas
Author: Louis Tracy
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THE CAPTAIN OF THE KANSAS
BY
LOUIS TRACY

AUTHOR OF "THE WINGS OF THE MORNING," "THE PILLAR
OF LIGHT," ETC.

GROSSET & DUNLAP
PUBLISHERS -- NEW YORK

Copyright, 1906, by
EDWARD J. CLODE
Entered at Stationers' Hall

CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
ITEMS NOT IN THE MANIFEST
CHAPTER II
WHEREIN THE CAPTAIN KEEPS TO HIS OWN QUARTERS
CHAPTER III
WHEREIN THE CAPTAIN REAPPEARS
CHAPTER IV
ELSIE GOES ON DECK
CHAPTER V

THE KANSAS SUSTAINS A CHECK
CHAPTER VI
--BUT GOES ON AGAIN INTO THE UNKNOWN
CHAPTER VII
UNTIL THE DAWN
CHAPTER VIII
IN A WILD HAVEN
CHAPTER IX
A PROFESSOR OF WITCHCRAFT
CHAPTER X
"MISSING AT LLOYDS"
CHAPTER XI
CONFIDENCES
CHAPTER XII
ENLIGHTENMENT
CHAPTER XIII
THE FIGHT
CHAPTER XIV
THE FIRST WATCH

CHAPTER XV
IN WHICH THE UNEXPECTED HAPPENS
CHAPTER XVI
CHRISTOBAL'S TEMPTATION
CHAPTER XVII
A MAN'S METHOD--AND A WOMAN'S
CHAPTER XVIII
A FULL NIGHT
CHAPTER XIX
WHEREIN THE KANSAS RESUMES HER VOYAGE

The Captain of the Kansas
CHAPTER I
ITEMS NOT IN THE MANIFEST
"I think I shall enjoy this trip," purred Isobel Baring, nestling
comfortably among the cushions of her deck chair. A steward was
arranging tea for two at a small table. The Kansas, with placid hum of
engines, was speeding evenly through an azure sea.
"I agree with that opinion most heartily, though, to be sure, so much
depends on the weather," replied her friend, Elsie Maxwell, rising to
pour out the tea. Already the brisk sea-breeze had kissed the Chilean
pallor from Elsie's face, which had regained its English peach-bloom.
Isobel Baring's complexion was tinged with the warmth of a

pomegranate. At sea, even in the blue Pacific, she carried with her the
suggestion of a tropical garden.
"I never gave a thought to the weather," purred Isobel again, as she
subsided more deeply into the cushions.
"Let us hope such a blissful state of mind may be justified. But you
know, dear, we may run into a dreadful gale before we reach the
Straits."
Isobel laughed.
"All the better!" she cried. "People tell me I am a most fascinating
invalid. I look like a creamy orchid. And what luck to have a chum so
disinterested as you where a lot of nice men are concerned! What have
I done to deserve it? Because you are really charming, you know."
"Does that mean that you have already discovered a lot of nice men on
board?"
Elsie handed her friend a cup of tea and a plate of toast.
"Naturally. While you were mooning over the lights and tints of the
Andes, I kept an eye, both eyes in fact, on our compulsory
acquaintances of the next three weeks. To begin with, there's the
captain."
"He is good-looking, certainly. Somewhat reserved, I fancied."
"Reserved!" Isobel showed all her fine teeth in a smile. Incidentally,
she took a satisfactory bite out of a square of toast. "I 'll soon shake the
reserve out of him. He is mine. You will see him play pet dog long
before we meet that terrible gale of yours."
"Isobel, you promised your father--"
"To look after my health during the voyage. Do you think that I intend
only to sleep, eat, and read novels all the way to London? Then, indeed,
I should be ill. But there is a French Comte on the ship. He is mine,

too."
"You mean to find safety in numbers?"
"Oh, there are others. Of course, I am sure of my little Count. He
twisted his mustache with such an air when I skidded past him in the
companionway."
Elsie bent forward to give the chatterer another cup of tea.
"And you promised to read Molière at least two hours daily!" she
sighed good-humoredly. Even the most sensible people, and Elsie was
very sensible, begin a long voyage with idiotic programs of work to be
done.
"I mean to substitute a live Frenchman for a dead one--that is all. And I
am sure Monsieur le Comte Edouard de Poincilit will do our French far
more good than 'Les Fourberies de Scapin.'"
"Am I to be included in the lessons? And you actually know the man's
name already?"
"Read it on his luggage,