Quick tears welled in her friend’s eyes. “Nothing you could have said would make me feel more welcome, Kitten.” With a quick movement Hazel brushed the tears aside and said, “Now I must hurry back to my ward. I’ll see you in the morning.” As Kitty settled down on the pillow she had no idea she could sleep. Even if her mind had not been so full of things to think about the howling wind was enough to keep anyone awake. She had not realized how utterly weary she was until she sank into that soft bed. The bath and the warm milk seemed to have magic effect, for almost at once she felt drowsy and soon slept. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration: _“Oh, Hazel,” Kitty Said, “I’m Delighted!”_] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ When she roused the shades were drawn, but she could see it was day. The wind was still blowing, but not with such fury as when she had gone to sleep. She glanced at the bedside clock and was shocked to see it was eleven-thirty. Hazel should have long since had her turn in the bed. When she sat up she saw her two suitcases on the floor, all stuck over with labels from her college days. Dear old Dad, he thought of everything. At least she would now have something to wear if their cottage had blown down during the night. Her first thought on waking had been of Brad. How had he fared through the night? She found her yellow and blue plaid skirt and a blue sweater among the things her father had brought. She had dressed and was just brushing her hair when she heard someone at the door and turned to see Hazel. “I feel terrible that I slept so late!” Kitty exclaimed. “I’m delighted you could sleep. I put just a bit of sleeping powder in that milk last night. I was sure you’d need it.” “Oh, you did! Guess I wouldn’t have slept without it. My mind was in such a turmoil. How’s Brad?” “Much better. He wants to see you as soon as you wake. Room eighteen, third floor.” “Oh, I’m so relieved.” Kitty gave a final flip to her hair, and turned to Hazel. “You look fresh as ever. Where did you sleep?” “Oh, I had a good rest in Elsie’s room while she was on duty.” She sat down near the window. “Your dad and I had a long talk over our breakfast. He told me everything. You’ve been a wonder, Kitty.” “But I won’t feel easy till Punaro and Beeson are captured. Did they arrest Punaro last night?” Hazel shook her head. “No, he didn’t come in.” “Seems no doubt he was the one who shot Brad.” “The FBI have gone out now in a powerful motorboat. The wind is down enough for them to take a chance. They’re afraid to wait too long for fear the pair will get away.” “Did the storm do much damage on the island?” “I hate to tell you how much, dear. You can get a view of the destruction from Brad’s room.” Kitty was instantly alert. “Then we’ll need every Canteen worker on the island. I must try to get in touch with Mrs. Evans. I suppose all the wires are down.”