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〃What has happened？〃 the major said。
〃It's incredible！ Someone has killed the first mate。〃
Yakelev nudged the bloody corpse with his boot。 〃Who could have done this？〃
〃No one。〃
〃No one slaughtered your mate like a pig？ e to your senses； Captain。〃
Tovrov shook his head； unable to take his eyes off the mate's body。 〃I meant that I know all the crew well。〃 He paused。 〃All except the two new men。〃
〃What new men？〃 Yakelev's good eye blazed at Tovrov like a spotlight。
〃I hired them two days ago as stokers。 They were in the bar when I was talking to Federoff； and they came by later looking for berths。 They looked like ruffians； but I was short of crew … 〃
Uttering a curse； Yakelev pulled his pistol from its holster； shoved Tovrov aside and vaulted through the door； shouting mands to his men。 Tovrov glanced at the first mate and vowed not to let the same thing happen to him without a fight。 He tied the wheel； then he went into his stateroom and with trembling hands turned the bination dial on the ship's safe。 Pulling out a 7。63…millimeter Mauser automatic； he unwrapped the soft velvet cloth protecting the gun； which he had acquired years before in a barter in the event of a mutiny； loaded the magazine； stuck the pistol in his belt and peered out the cabin door。
Descending to the lower deck； he peeked through the small circular window in the door that led to the passengers' quarters。 The passageway was empty。 He went down to the main deck and crept forward。 In the glow of the deck lights； he saw the Cossacks crouched near the rail。
Suddenly； a small； dark object looped over the gunwale； bounced once and skittered along the wet deck； leaving a trail of sparks。
〃Grenade！〃 someone yelled。 Moving like quicksilver； Yakelev dove for the sputtering grenade； rolled onto his back and snapped the metal pineapple over the side。 An explosion sounded； and the screams of pain that followed were drowned out as the Cossacks poured rifle fire into the mist。 One guard leaned over with a sharp： knife and slashed the lines tied to several grappling hooks； then a boat engine roared； as if it had been given full throttle。 The Cossacks continued to fire until the boat was out of range。
The major turned and his rifle snapped up to firing position。 Then a grin crossed his face as he recognized the captain。
〃You'd better put that toy away before you shoot yourself； Captain。〃
Tovrov tucked the gun into his belt and walked over to Yakelev。 〃What happened？〃
〃You were right about being followed。 A fishing boat came alongside and some impolite fellows tried to invite themselves on board。 We had to teach them manners。 One of your new crewmen was signaling them with a light until we put a knife in his heart。〃 He indicated a body lying on the deck。
〃We gave our visitors a warm wele；〃 another Cossack said； and his panions joined in the laughter。 The guards picked the body up and threw it over the side。 The captain was about to ask where the other stoker was。 Too late。
The missing stoker announced his arrival with deadly force。 Rifle fire cut short the Cossacks' mirth； and four men were mowed down as if by an invisible scythe。 A round caught Yakelev in the chest； and the force slammed him against the bulkhead。 He refused to go down and mustered the strength to push the captain out of the line of fire。 The remaining Cossack dropped to his belly and crawled along the deck； firing as he went； but he was killed before he gained the protection of an air vent。
While the attacker was diverted； Tovrov and the major made their escape； but after a few steps； the major's knees buckled and his great body dropped to the deck； his tunic soaked in blood。 He gestured toward the captain； who brought his ear close to the Cossack's mouth。
〃See to the family；〃 he said in a wet； guttural voice。
〃They must live。〃 His hand groped for Tovrov's jacket。 〃Remember。 Without a tsar； Russia cannot exist。〃 He blinked in astonishment that he should be in such a position； and a soggy chuckle escaped his frothy lips。 〃Damn this ship。 give me a horse any day。 。 。 。〃 The life went out of his fierce eye； his chin slumped forward and his fingers went limp。
Just then； the ship was rocked by a tremendous blast。
Crouching low； Tovrov ran to the rail and saw the fishing boat a hundred yards away。 A bright flash from the muzzle of a deck gun； and a second shell slammed into the freighter。
The ship rocked violently。
A muffled thud came from below； as the fuel tanks caught fire； and burning fuel gushed from the tanks and spread in flaming sheets across the surface of the water。 The second stoker decided to abandon ship。 He ran across the deck； threw the rifle over the side； then he climbed onto the rail； leaped into a clear section of water and stroked for the fishing boat。 He underestimated the speed of the spreading fuel； however。 Within seconds； it caught up with him； and his screams were drowned out by the loud crackle of flames。
The cannonade had dislodged the rest of the crew from their hiding places。 Men ran in desperation toward the lifeboat on the side away from the fire。 Tovrov went to follow them； then he remembered Yakelev's dying words。 Gasping as he tried to pull air into his ravaged lungs； Tovrov climbed to the passenger quarters and threw the door open。
A pitiful sight greeted his eyes。 Four girls in their teens cowered against the wall； along with the cook。 Standing protectively in front of them was a middle…aged woman with sad blue…gray eyes。 She had a long thin nose； slightly aquiline； with a firm but delicate chin。 Her lips were closely pressed together in determination。 They could have been any group of refugees huddling in terror； but Tovrov knew they weren't。 He fumbled as he tried to decide on the right form of address。
〃Madame；〃 he said finally。 〃You and the children must e to the lifeboat。〃
〃Who are you？〃 the woman said； with the same German accent the captain had heard earlier。
〃Captain Tovrov。 I am master of this vessel。〃
〃Tell me what has happened。 What is all that noise？〃
〃Your guards are all dead。 The ship is under attack。 We must abandon it。〃
She glanced at the girls and seemed to gain renewed courage。 〃Captain Tovrov； if you guide me and my family to safety； great rewards await you。〃
〃I will do my best； Madame。
She nodded。 〃Go； and we will follow。〃
Tovrov checked to see if the way was clear； then held the door open for the family and led the way across the deck away from the fire。 The Star tilted at a pronounced angle and they had to climb up a slanting slippery metal surface。 They fell； helped one another up and pushed on。
The crew was piling into the lifeboat； struggling to work the davits。 Taking control； the captain ordered the men to help the family。 When everyone was in the boat； he told the crewmen to look smart and lower the boat。 He was worried that the ship was at such an angle that the davits would not work； but the boat began to descend； although it bumped against the slanting hull。
The lifeboat was a few yards above the water when one of the men shouted。 The fishing boat had e around from the other side and the deck gun was leveled directly at the lifeboat。 The gun fired and the shell smashed through one end of the boat； and then the air was filled with flying splinters of wood； hot steel and body parts。
Tovrov had stretched his arm around the girl nearest to him。 He still had his arm around her when he came to in the freezing water； calling out the name of his long…lost daughter。 Spotting a wooden hatch cover floating nearby； and moving slowly so as not to alert the attackers； he swam toward the debris； hauling the semiconscious girl behind him。
He helped her climb aboard the precarious raft； gave it a shove； and the cover and its cargo drifted away from the light of the dying ship and merged with the darkness。 Then； frozen and exhausted； with nothing to keep him afloat； Tovrov slipped beneath the embracing waters； taking with him his dream of a cottage by the sea。
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OFF THE MAINE COAST； THE PRESENT
LEROY JENKINS WAS hauling in a barnacle… encrusted lobster trap aboard his boat； The Kestrel； when he looked up and saw the giant ship on the horizon。 He gingerly extracted a fat pair of angry crustaceans from the trap； pegged the claws and tossed the lobsters into a holding tank； then he rebaited the trap with a fish head； pushed the wire cage over the side and went into the pilothouse for his binoculars。 He peered through the lenses and silently mouthed the word 〃Wow！〃
The ship was huge。 Jenkins examined the vessel from stem to stem with an expert eye。 Before retiring to take up lobster…fishing； he had taught oceanography for years at the University of Maine； and he had spent many summer breaks on survey ships … but this vessel was like nothing he had ever seen。 He estimated its length at about six hundred feet。 Derricks and cranes sprouted from its deck。 Jenkins guessed it was some sort of ocean mining or exploration vessel。 He watched until the ship vanished from sight； then went back to pull the rest of the strin