He bowed courteously to Dorothy, and greeted her as though their relations were of the pleasantest. “Please sit down for a moment,” he concluded, and turned away without waiting to see whether the invitation was accepted. “Men,” he said, stepping to the edge of the platform and looking them over, “by our laws every unmarried woman coming into this community must, within twenty-four hours, choose a husband from those who come forward to offer themselves. The one she chooses must defend his right against all others, and, if conquered, must give way to his conqueror. So she will wed the best man, and all smoldering quarrels that might disrupt our community will be avoided.” He paused a moment and then went on: “As you all know, Miss Fairfax joined us yesterday. She is so far above all of us in beauty, grace, and culture that it is presumptuous for any of us to aspire to her hand. Yet, the law is the law, and we must all bow to it. So I call on all candidates for her hand to speak out that she may choose. I offer, for one. Who else comes forward?” He stopped and looked around inquiringly, but no one moved. Evidently all knew what was planned, and had no wish to interpose. Even if not awed by his ascendency, his significant assertion that the favored suitor must defend his right against all comers was enough to give them pause. For Forbes was six feet high, broad and strong in proportion. After a moment, seeing that no one spoke, Forbes turned to Dorothy. “It seems, fair lady,” he began, “that I am the only suitor for your hand. I beg you to believe, however, that this is rather from the desire of my men not to oppose the dearest hope of their captain, whom they so love, than from any lack of appreciation of your charms. But it comes to the same thing. I am the only candidate. Does it please you to accept me?” Dorothy rose and faced him. “Sir,” she said, with a break in her voice. “I am only a girl, alone, unprotected, far from all her friends. I beg you, I implore you, to be merciful. Do not do this thing. Let me go.” Forbes shook his head. “Your presence here, single, must cause strife,” he began, “and----” “Then let me go away. Let me wander away by myself. You nor your men shall ever see me again. I will lose myself in the wreckage, and----” “You are salvage, and I cannot surrender you.” “Think! Think! My father is rich--a multimillionaire. In his name I promise you a million dollars if you will spare me and get me back to him. Think! A million dollars.” “Even if I would, it is impossible. We are all alike helpless here.” “You will not spare me?” “I love you too much to do so.” With a quick movement Dorothy pushed by him and faced the others. “Men,” she cried, “will you let this thing be done? Will you let me be forced into marriage with a man I loathe. For God’s sake have pity on me, and say to this man that he shall not do this thing.” The men shifted uneasily in their seats, but no one spoke. Dorothy’s eyes flashed.