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what does she rant?" demanded

Brady, as Tehea insistently repeated
some words in native language
She says" said Jack, calmly pick.
Ing up the whistle from the floor and
touching it to his lips, ''she says I've
only to blow this and you will all be
dead in five minutes!''
A hush fell upon the company
Jack, With an oath, flung the whistle
from him.
Gentlemen" he said, 81 am grateful.
l am ID grateful. If / live l shall
try to repay each one of you. l shall
try to be a better man. l shall try to
be worthy of your Kindness" He went
around and shook hands soemnly with
every one of them"
Odd grateful.' he repeated.
Lets be off, said Brady.
''Now, lad, your word of honor" said
Winterslea.
Jack looked about him helplessly
Il suppose I've no right to ask such
a thing he said. II know how good
you've been to me already and all that,
but-but, gentlemen, she's my wife.
love her. / shall never see her again.
Eyself:"
NO. said Brady.
Jack went over to Tehea and took
her hand. He put his arms about her
and unashamed before them all pressed
her comely head against his breast. He
tried to explain the memorable fate
he was so powerless to resist. In
incoherent whispers he told her he
would break his chains and return to
her free in the years to come to devote
his life to the woman he loved He
called her the dearest names and beg
ged her not to forget him, but she, with
perception greater than his own,
swept away these despairing protesta-
lions with disdain. The daughter of
one king, the sister of another, could
she not meet force by force? These
fierce intruders, with their rough voices
and drawn pistols, who We're they to
threaten princess of the royal blood
and carry away her lover before her
eyes? If they were strong she was
stronger, and what ship cannon, she
asked, however murderous or far rang
ing, could penetrate those mountain re-
cesses whittier she would carry him be-
fore the morning? All, she said, it
was for him to choose between her
and them; between Britain and the
island; between love and the service of
the white queen beyond the seas
II have chosen" he said.
Her eyes flashed as she freed herself
from his arms
II am hateful in my own sight for
having loved you," she said.
will you not even wish me we'll.
Tehea ~ he asked.
mol" she cried. 81 hope you will
die!'
He turned away.
'Siati!" she cried after him.
He came back to her, downcast and
silent.
Remember" she said in an agony
of sweet relenting, "that wherever
thou goest however many the years
that may divide us, however wide the
waters or the land, shall be here
waiting for thee, here in this house Of
our happiness, and if die before thou
contest here thou wilt find my grave"
some day / shall return!"
She took his hands and looked up
into his face with such poignant long
ing and tenderness that Jacks COM
rades, already uncomfortable enough,
were quite overborne by the scene.
Tough old Hatch snufiied audibly, and
Brady could hardly speak.
Come, come, lad,'' he cried huskily
you mustn't keep us longer!"
Jack unclasped the girls hands and
suffered himself to be led away by his
comrades. A few minutes later they
clambered up the ladder, the boat was
hoisted in and the boatswain's whistle
was rousing the watch on deck.
"Mainsail haul!''
BY morning the island had sunk be
hind them, and, standing on the dizzy
main royal yard, with one arm roun(
the mast, Jack could make out nothin:
but little cloud on the horizon.
a y
AT sixty John Garrard was a pos
captain, knight commander of the bath
and within year of receiving fla.
rank and the command of feet. Hi
career had been more than distinguish
ed, and he had won his way to TIL
front as much by his fine persona
qualities as by his invariable goo
judgment and high professional at
tainments. He had earned the char
acter of man who could be trustee
in situations involving tact, temper AM
diplomatic skill, and no captain in til
navy was more confidently ordered t
those scenes of international tension
which in spite of statesmen so ofte
arise in some distant place to menac
the peace of the world.
He had never married, and when raj
lied on the subject was wont to say
with a laugh, that the sea was his onl
mistress. No one had ever ventured t
question him much further, though hi
friends We're often piqued, especiall
the women, as to an implied romano
in the captains earlier life. 1t wa