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she regained her composure and looked up at him with a calm unwavering gaze that told him how much she had undergone and the strength of character she had gained during the fearful weeks that she had been marooned on this savage and desolate coast.
"How foolish of me to give way!" she reproached herself. "It is what you might have expected of me before--before I had been through all this, with his example to uplift me out of my helplessness and inefficiency. Believe me, Lord Avondale, I am a very different young woman from the shallow, frivolous girl you knew during those days on the Mediterranean."
"Shallow! frivolous!" he protested. "Anything but that, Miss Genevieve! You must have known how vastly different were my--er-- impressions. If Lady Bayrose hadn't so suddenly shunted you off at Aden to the Cape boat--Took me quite by surprise, I assure you. Had you kept on to India, I had hoped to--er--"
She gave him a glance that checked his fast-mounting ardor.
"I--I beg pardon!" he apologized. "This of course is hardly the time-- About the others, if I may ask--that is, if it's not too painful for you. I infer that Lady Bayrose--that she did not--reach the shore."
The girl's thorn-scarred, sun-blistered hands clasped together almost convulsively. But she met his look of concern with unflinching braveness.
"Poor dear Lady Bayrose!" she murmured. "They had put her and the maids into one of the boats--there at the first, when the ship crashed on the reef. They ran back to fetch me, but before they could rush me across, a wave more terrible than all the others swept the ship. It tore loose the boat and whirled them away, over and over!"
"Gad!" he exclaimed.
"It also carried away the captain and most of the crew. Between the breakers, Winthrope and Tom and I were flung into the one remaining boat. Winthrope cut the rope before the sailors could follow, and then--then the steamer slipped back off the reef and went down."
"I say! Only the three of you left! The boat brought you safe ashore?"
"No, we were overturned in the breakers, but were washed up--flung up --how, I cannot tell. The wind was frightful. It must have blown us out of the surf and along with the water that was being driven up and over into the lagoon. The first I knew, I was behind a little knoll with Winthrope. Tom was near--in a pool. He--he crawled out. It was nearly dark. We were all so beaten and exhausted that we slept until morning. When we awoke, there was no sign of--of any one else, or of the boat-- nothing; only the top of the highest mast sticking up above the water, out beside the reef. Tom swam out to it; but he couldn't get anything --even he couldn't."
"Swam out, you say? These waters swarm with sharks. They're keen to nip a swimmer!"
The girl's eyes flashed. "Do you believe he'd fear them?--that he'd fear anything?"
"Not he! I fancy I ought to know, if any one. Knocked about with him, half 'round the world. I dare say he's told you."
"Would it be like him to claim the credit of your friendship? No! Before, on the steamer, we had mistaken him to be--to be what he appears to strangers--rough, almost uncouth. Yet even that frightful morning--it was among the swamps, ten miles or more up the coast. He carried us safe out of them, me nearly all the way--out of the bog and water, safe to the palms; and he as much tortured with thirst as were we!"
"Fancy! No joke about that--thirst!"
"Yet it was only the beginning of what he did for us. Starvation and wild beasts and snakes and the fever--he saved us from all. Yet he had nothing to begin with--no tools or weapons, only his burning glass. Can you wonder that I--that I--"
She stopped and looked down, the color mounting swiftly under the dark coat of tan that covered the exquisite complexion he remembered so pleasantly.
"My word!" he remonstrated, amazed and disquieted. "Surely not that! It's--it's impossible! It can't be possible!"
"Do you think so?" she whispered. "If you but knew the half--the tenth--of what he has done!"
The rusty side of the tramp loomed up above them. The boat crew flung up their oars, and Lord James steered in alongside, under the sling that was being lowered for the rescued lady. She pointed up at it, and met the reproachful, half-dazed glance of her companion with a look of compassionate regret for his disappointment. Yet she made no effort to conceal the love for his friend and rival that shone with tender radiance from her candid eyes.
"You should know him--his true, his real self!" she said. "Hasten back. Do not delay to come aboard with me. Hasten ashore and to the cleft.