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bub woke him, Of course; but he
didn't wait to help any one. He just
got the sloop under weigh, flung his
traps aboard, and sailed off in the
early morning."
Vic and Jacqueline fell to banGag-
ing the Portuguese woman's burns
When this was done they found that
st. George had left the hut. They
looked out and saw him standing on
the pier, with his face turned sea-
ward. Jasqueline could guess the bit
ter thoughts that To- possessed him.
Presently the sun arose gloriously
from the sea and all the lonely island
blushed with JOY. The night Of horror
was over. Wan spirals of smoke still
curled about the ruins, but the fire
was fast dying out. Having made
Juana comfortable, Vic and Miss Hat
ton set about preparing breakfast in
Joe Raby's hut. Tea was made and
the larder riled Of such remnants as
remained in it. Then Vic said:
Wont you go and speak to Mr..
St. George, miss? He must be awful
ly shaken with all that's happened,
and he not half we'll yeti"
Jacqueline went softly down to the
pier-to the silent, stony figure
standing there alone in the joyful
morning. She called his name, and
ner strong, sweet voice went through
him like an electric shock. Here was
one who summoned him out of his
gloom into a new life, where hope and
happiness were again possible. He
turned, with a sudden renewal of
strength, to see her descending the
rocks, with the blithe sun on her face
and the rich, disordered hair blowing
out in the wind.
Both you and I have suffered
much from Philip Trevor" he said,
but he has managed to escape us
after ALL"
Still, we have been terribly
avenged" shuddered JacQueline.
Pray come back to the hut. I have
made you a cup Of tea. Do you mean
to bring to naught all my nursing at
the cave? You need strength to-day.
The old question is still staring us
in the face-how are we to leave the
island?"
What! Has that Internal skipper
taken boats as well as sloop?"
Vic has found the Victory, with
a big hole stove in her bottom, but
Raby's skif has disappeared"
Jacqueline and st. George returned
to the hut. She poured him a cup of
tea, and he drank it absently, while
they discussed the situation.
Two things we must do" said
Vic; hoist a signal of distress, to at
tract passing fishermen, and plug the
hole in the Victory. I hope Joe Raby
left some tools here. Can you mend
a boat, sir?" to St. George.
Il can try" he answered, with a
grim smile, though I never learned
the trade"
You see, help must be got some
low to make a search for the-the-
bodies
"Halloo, the island!"
Strong and loud the hail came from
seward. The party rushed out Of
the hut. A cat boat was dancing over
the water straight toward the pier.
1t held two men.
"Halloo, the boat" shouted Vic,
at the top of her lungs. One Of the
men waved his sou'wester. JIM"
screamed Vic, and ran down to the
pier, leaving the others to follow
more leisurely. Jim Bumpus brought
the boat to the stair, made it fast
and saluted his sweetheart first and
St. George afterward.
so here you are, sir?' he said.
You're not drowned, then? / began
to think you and the Victory had
gone down together. You've made a
longer stay at Deadman's than's per-
mitted to most people. Gosh! what's
happened to the house," Fire? You
don't say! I've brought over a gen.
tleman that's looking for Mr.. Trevor.
He reached Watchhaven last night,
and nothing would do but he must
start early. Seems to me a Gurus
tide Of travel has set this way lately.
III have to raise the price of boats"
The gentleman mentioned stepped
ashore. 1t was 10 Jacqueline's
turn to start. He extended his hand.
Mr.. Craven" she said, half-angri-
ly, this is a great surprise! What
brings you to Deadman's Island?"
Several things" replied Teddy, in
a meek, apologetic voice, but the
principal one is-yourself. I came
to find you, Miss Hatton."
CHAPTER XIII.