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"Whose was the hand set this boat adrift, think you?" says I suddenly

"Nay, 'twas too dark to see!"

"'Twas Penfeather!" says I, clenching my fist "Aye it was Adam, I'll stake hed

"How? Will you pity a rogue?"

"I speak of Master Penfeather," says she "If he indeed cut the boat adrift it was doubtless because the battle was going against hihed and she, flushing angrily, turns her back on me

"Pray you," she questioned, "when may we hope to reach the island and be free of each other?"

"To-night or to-e" And now, ourin its appointed place and thereafter sat watching the sea all foah brake frootten quite

"O!" cries she, "'Tis joy to be alive, to breathe such air, and behold such a glory of sea and sky! Look around us, Martin, and give thanks!" And truly the sea was s swell out of the East, and with a soft and gentle wind to abate the sun's generous heat "Are you not glad to be alive, Martin?" says she

"To what end?" I answered "Of what avail is life to me cast away on a desolate island"

"Desolate?" says she, starting "Do you mean we shall be alone?"

"Aye, I do"