Then he turned, with a certain abruptness which reminded her of the change in his manner she had noticed once or twice during recent days, and quitted the bridge. She sighed, and was sorry for him, knowing that he loved her. Courtenay, who had been far too busy to pay heed to anything beyond the brief fight between the boats and the canoes, perceived now that the gangway was in position; lights were shining on both the upper and lower platforms. He stretched out his hand, and drew Elsie to him. “Are you alone, sweetheart?” he asked. “Yes.” “Kiss me, then, and go to meet your friends. They will be aboard in less than a minute. Oh, Elsie, I thought I had seen the last of you.” “Was it so bad as that?” she murmured, a great content soothing her heart and brain at her lover’s admission that he was thinking of her during the worst agony of the fray. He gave her a reassuring hug. “You will never know how bad it was,” he said. “I cannot understand how we escaped. One moment it all looks like blind chance; the next I feel like going on my knees in thankfulness for the direct intervention of Providence. Those brutes ought to have mastered us a dozen times. I almost lost faith when I heard Tollemache shout that the saloon was in danger, but I could not leave the after deck, where four of us were keeping fifty in check. The least sign of yielding would have caused an overwhelming rush. Well, all’s well that ends well. And not a sailor living can squeeze his best girl and do his work at the same time. Off with you, or I shall never bring you on a voyage in my ship again.” With her soul singing a canticle of joy she passed from the bridge to the lower deck. Mr. Boyle was waiting there, holding a lantern. “Huh!” he growled, when he saw her, “p’raps you’ll believe what I tell you before your hair turns gray, if not sooner. Luck! Did any man ever have such luck as the skipper? Why, if he fell off Mong Blong he’d find a circus net rigged up to catch him.” “I agree with you so fully, Mr. Boyle,” she whispered, “that I am going to marry him.” “I guessed as much,” he answered. “At any rate I fancied it wouldn’t be for want of axing on his part.” He whirled off into a tempest of wrath because a sailor beneath had failed to keep a guide-rope taut. The occupants of the boats might have saved his life, but he would let them know that he was still chief officer for all that. At last he stooped and gave his hand to some one who emerged from the darkness beneath. “Glad to see you again, Miss Baring,” he said gruffly. “And you, Mrs. Somerville. And you, sir,” to the missionary. “We thought you’d gone under, an’ good folks are scarce enough as it is.” It was a wan and broken-spirited Isobel whom Elsie led to her cabin, but notwithstanding her wretched state, her eyes quickly took in the orderly condition of the room.