In that instantaneous glance this is what he saw: A young and lovely girl crouching on her knees, in the long deep grass under the trees, her arms outstretched in wild supplication, and bending over her was the dark figure of a man. One hand clutched her white throat, and the other hand held a revolver pressed to her white brow. The slouch hat he wore concealed his features. The girl's face, framed in that mass of curling dark hair, the white arms--great God! how strangely like Gerelda's! Was he going mad? He strained his eyes to see, and a terrible cry of agony broke from his lips. "Captain!" he shrieked, "somebody, anybody, get me a life-boat, quick, for the love of Heaven! Half my fortune for a life-boat--quick!" As he cried aloud, the island was buried in darkness again. CHAPTER IV. "THE GIRL WHO PLAYS AT FLIRTATION MAY FIND SHE HAS GRASPED A TWO-EDGED SWORD," SAID THE HANDSOME YOUNG CAPTAIN, LOOKING FULL IN GERELDA'S BEWITCHING, HAUGHTY FACE. The captain who was passing, stopped short and looked at Hubert Varrick in amazement as he cried out, wildly: "Get me a life-boat, somebody--anybody! Half my fortune for a life-boat!" "What is the matter?" asked the captain, sharply. "Has some one fallen overboard?" When Varrick answered in the affirmative, the captain gave orders that a life-boat be at once lowered by the crew, calling upon Varrick to point out, as near as he could, where the drowning man was. "I will go, too," Varrick answered, springing into the boat; and an instant later the boat was flying over the waves in the direction which Varrick indicated. "Which way, sir?" asked the man at the oars. "Straight toward that little island yonder," was the hoarse reply. "Make for it quickly! Here, take this bank-note, and, in Heaven's name, row sharp! No one is drowning, but there is a young and lovely girl at the mercy of some fiend on that island yonder!" The man dropped his oars. "If you had told our captain that, he would never have sent out a life-boat," declared the man. "He thought it was some one drowning near at hand, for the story of Wau-Winet Island is no news to the people hereabouts." "What do you mean?" cried Varrick. "I can tell you the story in a very few words, sir," returned the man; "and surely there's no one more competent to relate it than myself. I can relate it while we are rowing over to Wau-Winet Island: "Some six months ago a stranger suddenly appeared in our midst. He purchased Wau-Winet Island, and a few days later a score or more of workmen appeared one night at Alexandria Bay, and boarded a tug that was to take them out to the island. "These workmen were all strangers to the inhabitants around Alexandria Bay, and they spoke in a different language. "They lived upon the island for a month or more, never once coming in contact with the people hereabouts. "All their food was brought to them. Soon their mysterious manners became the talk of all the country round.