Mr. Rosevelt relapsed into partial unconsciousness quite early in the morning, and she was as pale and wan as a spirit, but the look of determination never left her face. She worked over the sick man constantly, forcing food into his mouth as often as she dared, while all the day long not a morsel passed her own white lips. Just at sunset a little white cloud was visible on the eastern horizon, then it became a line of smoke; a few minutes later sails were distinguishable, and soon the broadside of a steamer became distinct. A shout went up from the throats of the faithful crew, and with renewed courage and strength they bent every nerve to their oars. It soon became evident that their signal of distress had been seen, for the steamer changed her course and came proudly plowing the waters toward the suffering band, and an hour later those starving, almost helpless ones were tenderly taken from their peril and every want kindly ministered to. “What is it—where am I?” Mr. Rosevelt asked, aroused by the sound of strange voices, a vigorous rubbing, and an extra quantity of wine. “A steamer homeward bound, and _we are saved_!” Star whispered in his ear, then bowed her white face upon her hands and wept for joy. She would not leave him until the ship’s surgeon told her that he would pull through all right with proper care, and commanded that she go below and receive the attention she herself needed. She staggered to her feet, a great burden rolling from her heart; but her waning strength deserted her entirely, and she fell fainting into the arms of a young, manly looking fellow, who was standing with pitying face just beside her. He carried her below and gave her into the care of a stewardess, and thought, as he did so, that he had never in his life looked upon a face so pure and delicately lovely. The captain and crew of the ill-fated steamer, with the other passengers who had been saved, were shown every kindness and attention which their critical condition demanded, and so ended that season of horror, and they were borne swiftly and safely toward America’s hospitable shore. CHAPTER III. THE YOUNG STRANGER. Mr. Rosevelt began to mend at once under the skillful treatment of the ship’s surgeon, and to regain his strength much more readily than the young girl who had been so faithful to him. He had been in a very dangerous condition, the physician said, and doubtless would have died but for the unremitting attention which Star gave him, in keeping his head cool and wet, and in forcing food upon him to keep up his strength. Mr. Rosevelt heard this with evident emotion, and during the remainder of the voyage evinced the greatest tenderness for her.