The relief which Anthony felt from the cares which had oppressed him was magical. He was sailor enough to love the swell of the waves and the rippling music of the water as it slipped under the anchored boat; he was fisherman enough to be thrilled by the chances of capture; he was artist enough to gloat over the beauty of the dull morning--the white gulls circling overhead, the black rocks sticking their spines above the gray sea, a phantom four-masted ship sailing straight toward them out of the mists. And he was man enough to think of the woman he loved, and to forget the pensive appealing child in the shadowy room. He had a vision of Diana up there in the forest--strong of spirit, wresting from life, even in her exile, the things which were worth while. As they ate their lunch the little captain confided to Anthony the hope of his heart. "I'm going to ask Letty Matthews to marry me--I want to get her away from that school----" "Good. I'll dance at your wedding." "When am I to dance at yours?" the captain demanded, bluntly. "I should think it was about time that you were putting your furniture in that big house for Diana Gregory." "Some of the furniture is in." Anthony slurred over the greater question by tactfully emphasizing the lesser. "I had my mother's piano sent over yesterday, and some of the things for the living-room and library. We haven't a place for them at Harbor Light--and then there's the china. I wish I could match up some of those pieces of White Canton, captain. I wonder if we could make an exchange. I've a lot of Crown Medallion which would fill out your set----" Having thus started the little captain on his chief hobby, Anthony breathed a sigh of relief, and went on with his fishing. The subject of the china sufficed to fill the captain's mind until the fish stopped biting, and they decided to go in. It was just as they began their trip toward the harbor that Justin came back. The wind was blowing now straight from the south, and the "Gray Gull" was making slow headway against it. "Why don't he come down to the water? It's safer," said the little captain, anxiously. "There's every sign of a squall----" But Justin kept on; between him and the harbor was the Neck, with its jagged shore line of rocks. He was evidently planning to cross the strip of land obliquely, as, in rounding the point to come up the harbor, he must get the full force of the wind-- As he sailed over them they caught the strong beat of his motor. It seemed, too, that he waved his hand; then he left them behind, keeping close to shore and above that jagged line of rocks. "Oh, the fool," the captain murmured. "Why don't he get away from the land?" The wind came with a mighty sweep; the air-ship gave a backward tilt, fluttered for a moment like a bird in a storm--then shot down with sickening swiftness! "His motor has stopped," the captain shouted, "and he's lost control! If he strikes the rocks he's done for!"