The little boat containing the two men was scarcely out of sight, ere the door of the mysterious stone house opened quickly, and a man came cautiously down the path. "What did they want?" "They wanted to see you, Captain Frazier," answered the servant. "What about?" asked the other hoarsely. "They saw you and--and the young lady when you were out in the grounds, a little while since, as the search-light went down, and they came to--to rescue the young lady. I-- I succeeded in convincing them that their eyes had deceived them, and told them that you were so annoyed at that senseless tale that you had gone away from the island; that you did not intend to come back, your aim being to sell the place." "Bravo, bravo, McDonald!" exclaimed Captain Frazier--for it was he. "Upon my soul, you did well! You are reducing lying down to a fine art." "I made quite a startling discovery, sir," said McDonald. "It was the same man who made you all the trouble last night, bringing those people here." Captain Frazier frowned darkly. "But that is not all, sir," added McDonald. "Mr. Varrick was with him." The name fell like a thunder-bolt on Captain Frazier's ears. He started back as though he had been shot. "Has he succeeded in hunting me down so quickly?" he cried. "So I thought when I first saw him, sir. But, to my great amazement, I soon discovered that he was totally ignorant of who lived on the island--that it was yourself. The fisherman had been telling him the story about the young lady, and he had come to investigate it. I soon convinced him that there was nothing in the story, and that he was only another one added to the list that the same fisherman had played that practical joke on. He was angry enough when he took his departure." "Are you sure of this, McDonald?" asked Captain Frazier. "Quite sure." Captain Frazier gave a sigh of relief. He had fancied himself so secure here. Even the servants did not know him by his own name. "If I thought for a moment that he suspected my presence here, I would lose no time in getting away from Wau-Winet Island, and taking _her_ with me." "You need have no fear, sir," returned the man. For an hour or more Captain Frazier paced slowly up and down under the trees, smoking cigar after cigar in rapid succession. "It is a terrible thing," he muttered, "when love for a woman drives a man to the verge of madness. I swore that Gerelda should never marry Hubert Varrick, if I had to kill her. But I have done better. He will never look upon her face again." At length he walked slowly to the house. He was met on the porch by a little French maid who seemed to be looking for him. "Well, Marie?" said Captain Frazier.