The line of watchers on the beach climbed the hillside behind them, and watched and waved till the white sails alone were visible, till they became a tiny white speck, till they disappeared. Then Kenneth Blair kissed his wife very tenderly, for his heart was very full. And he turned to the brown folk, and said-- "We will ask God's blessing on their journeying, for it means much to us all, and then we will get to our work. Let us pray!" and the brown folk bent their heads. On the little ship, Captain Cathie had given the helm to Jim Gregor, and stood looking back at the peaks of the little land where he had spent so many full days. And to him came Captain Pym, and said-- "That is one of the finest men I ever met, Captain Cathie. I count it a privilege to have known him. He will do great things yet." "Yes, sir," said Cathie quietly, for the parting was still on him. "The brown men call him White Fire, and so he is, and his wife's another, and so is Mrs. Harvey. Salt of the earth, sir, every one of them. If there were more like them the world would be a sight better to live in than it is." The Gresham Press, UNWIN BROTHERS, LIMITED, WOKING AND LONDON.