This talk took place upon a headland of a lonely island in the Southern
Seas. A tropical moon cast its wondrous radiance over everything
around, shimmering upon the water, and causing the whole island to
appear as though floating in an ocean of molten silver. There was just
wind enough now and then to start the graceful palms waving—cool,
refreshing zephyrs that set millions of sparkling ripples in motion on
the sea, and sent them dancing merrily shorewards to plash at last upon
the golden sands at the foot of the cliff.
Gerald Wilton and Jack Lawford were two youths, orphans both, who, after
having been brought up and educated in England, found themselves,
through a curious series of chances, passing their time upon this island
under the guardianship of a former friend of Gerald’s father, named
Armeath. The latter was a scientist who had chosen to make this
out-of-the-way spot—absolutely uninhabited save for himself and his
establishment—his home for a year or two, in order the better to pursue
certain abstruse studies to which he was ardently devoted.
They were stalwart, well-grown, clean-limbed British youths, these two,
with good-looking faces and well-knit frames, fond of hunting, shooting,
fishing, and all outdoor sports. At first, therefore, it is needless to
say, they had enjoyed the change to this far-off island home, and
entered with zest into its free, open life. If limited as to space,
there were larger islands near, amongst which they could take an
occasional cruise, and where they could go ashore for hunting
expeditions.
But after nearly a year, even this pleasant life had begun to grow a
little monotonous. The two high-spirited youngsters were getting
somewhat tired of it, and beginning to long—almost unconsciously—for
other and more exciting adventures.
Of the two, however, Gerald perhaps was more troubled by these vague,
restless feelings than his chum. As his friend had said, Gerald was
given at times to fits of dreaming. In appearance he was fairer and a
little taller than his companion, with gray eyes which often had in them
an abstracted, far-away look. Jack, on the other hand, was almost
swarthy of skin, with dark hair, firm lips, and keen, alert eyes, which
indicated an active, determined character, and a practical,
matter-of-fact temperament.
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