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The reat, black shadows athwart our way, and now, once our fas were left behind, we fell silent or spake only in low voices, awed by the universal hush of all things; for the night was very still and hot and breathless, not a leaf stirred and no sound to hear save the unceasing roar of the surf

"Martin," says she, very softly, "here is a night of such infinite quiet that I grow al to look down on her where she limped beside me And then, 'twixt my teeth, "Is ither hand within my arm, "Never, never that, you foolish Martin!" And here she looks at lance otherwhere, yet ht

"Why then, what's aain and I very conscious of her hand yet upon hed, "'tis the stillness, h so round about us and across the placid sea

"O Martin, 'tis hateful to be a woman! Why should I fear thus and no reason, 'tis folly!" And here she must pause to stamp her foot at herself "And yet I do fear!" says she after a while "O Martin, glad am I to have man like you beside me"

"Though another ht serve as well!" says I, "Of course?"

"Of course, Martin!"

At this I turned to scowl at the placid sea again

"Any row--'any ht be evil as Black Bartlemy"

"I've heard I am much like him in looks"

"But then you are Martin and he was--Black Bartleain until we had traversed the whole length of Deliverance Sands, then: "What manner of man?" I demanded

Now at this she turns to look at me and I saw their lips quiver to a little s your sort, Martin, but without your glooh betiay and uiled and cast adrift to your great peril!"

"But stayed to do his share of the fighting, Martin"

"Ha!" says I scowling, "'Tis great pity we e places, he and I!"