Cora looked at his breast and the tell-tale letters on it. She saw at a glance and understood who the young man was that so firmly held her. She knew that he was the long lost child of Captain Davis. At the moment she was embarrassed and faltered as to the course she should pursue. Then suddenly throwing her arms about his neck, said: I wish I was your sister—no, I don’t mean that. What do I want to be your sister for? I wish—well no matter what I wish. Now, young man, sit down by me, and I will tell you something you don’t know. First, I am not Amy. She is over there in the arms of her old lover, Walter Wallace. Drake sprang to his feet. Don’t disturb them, she said, for they have not met for a great many years and have a great deal to talk about. In the next place, my name is Cora Powers, and I am the aunt of the girl you call Amy. In the next place, you are Charles Davis, and was stolen many years ago from your mother on this island near the spot where we now sit, and your father and mother are now on board of the Reindeer. Drake heard this announcement with amazement, scarcely believing his eyes or ears. Then he remembered that Cahoonshee had said that he should inquire for his father on board of the English war vessel. He was satisfied that the girl by his side was not Amy, not from any difference in her looks, but from her voice and actions. Lady, said Drake, let us go and see Amy and her lover. As soon as they appeared, Rolla bounded toward them, jumping and barking with joy. Amy saw Drake coming, and advanced to meet him. Their meeting was of such an affectionate character that Walter was at a loss to understand it. Wallace seized Cora’s hand and congratulated her on her escape from the Indians. Amy introduced Drake to Walter, saying; He has always been a good brother to me. Cora drew Drake aside and said: Mr. Davis, for now that is your name, I want to ask you one straight-forward question. Certainly, lady, proceed. Did you love Amy as a sister only? As a sister only, he replied.