As he reached the bottom he paused for an instant and then as his eyes became accustomed to the pallid gloom, he looked across an intervening stretch of about three feet of water and saw a glow of something lighter than the murk. The package! Quick as thought he stepped over to the rock and then almost stumbled over a figure in a white ball gown lying, as seemed at first impression, prone. A sickening horror passed through Jack as he bent down. It was Anne Wellington. She lay half on her side, resting on her elbow, her skirts twining bedraggled about her ankles. With one hand she was mechanically lifting water to an ugly bruise upon her forehead. As Jack appeared at her side she smiled at him dazedly. "There," she said, lifting her hand feebly and pointing toward a water-soaked package at her side. "I--I wanted to show you I was not a--traitor." She closed her eyes wearily. "I'm not, really, you know." As she opened her eyes, smiling wanly, Jack with a hurt cry threw himself at her side, took her in his arms, her head resting against his shoulder. "Anne!" "I could n't let you think--that," she said. "It would have been all right. I bungled horribly with my feet and slipped and fell." Tears were starting from Jack's eyes and she saw them. "No! No! I'm all right," she said, "just a bit dizzy. I am sorry. I was going--to--bring--it back to you--so nicely and prove I was not an expatriate." She shivered slightly and Jack drew her close. "Don't!" he said. For a while she lay silent while the dawn whitened and gleams of steel flashed over the waters. She was smiling now, contentedly. "I looked all about for you after that--that dreadful scene. I couldn't find you anywhere. I was afraid--" she paused. As Jack did not reply she looked suddenly up into his face. "Then you can't forgive me?" "Forgive you!" "Sara told me all," she said. "She showed me how utterly outrageous I had been." "Sara!" Jack inwardly breathed a prayer of gratitude to that young woman. "Yes, she told me. But it was all so exciting, so sudden. How could I have known?" She raised her head and looked at him, her eyes all smiles and all love. "Of course it was so clear after Sara explained." And even, in his ecstasy Jack found himself formulating a stern determination to demand at the first moment from Sara just what her explanation had been. Yet at the same time he would willingly have fallen at her feet and worshipped her. Anne was still looking at him. Then slowly she released herself from his arms and arose to her feet. She was blushing. "Haven't you anything to say to me--Jack?" And now Jack blushed. "Anything to say?" But he smiled guiltily. "Really!" she exclaimed, frowning. Jack came very close to her, his hands at his side, but looking straight into her eyes.